[Polnareff also in return receives possibly the laziest middle finger that's ever happened. His free hand does not even lift from the bed anymore since it flopped down after pointing, he's just flipping you off from the mattress.

The hand on his forehead is okay. It does something. Still infinitely better than being drained like a battery.]

Yeah? I should go to a cuddle doctor? That what you're saying?

[Abbacchio appropriately grumbles now instead of tired mumbling at least.]

Seriously. Something is wrong with you. That's never happened before with anyone else.