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When she gets thumbs, I'll do it right away.

[Anyhow! He does get to work on making something more edible. Maybe just another round of puttanesca, but like not shitty. It's pretty easy, but maybe it's the Italian blood.]

Yeah, I didn't think so. [He has a sip of wine.] You gonna tell me what the common factor is?

[Hmm. Hmm, hmm, hmm. Maybe he better have a sip of this wine, first. And really, anyway, what could it hurt? It's not like he has a lengthy, decorated career here, or a reputation to uphold, or an adoptive parent who gaslit him for fifteen years whose standards he's supposed to live up to.

Hah. How liberating.]

I rather liked all of you. Well — like, in your case. Present tense, for you.

[Liked. Well, from most anyone else, that would be a pretty vague thing, wouldn't it? But Edgeworth is the kind of guy who has a hard time expressing something that personal, he bets. Which... yeah, Abbacchio gets that in his own way. It's in part why he brought the wine.

The smell of tomatoes and pasta wafts in the air as he works, pausing to drink from his glass.]

...Look, believe it or not, but I get how you feel. On a few levels. For awhile, I thought maybe there was something wrong with me too. Something like I was cursed or some shit, and I couldn't afford to be close to anyone.

In your case, it's just bad luck. I hate to put it that way, but there's nothing about you that would have caused them to vanish.

Because something would happen, and it would be your fault. Even if it wasn't you directly. Even if logically someone else was more culpable. It's still your fault. Somehow. "You did this," you'd think, and on some level you knew it was wrong, but you couldn't shake the sense that it felt right.

[He rotates his wrist slowly, spinning the wine in his glass.]

It's most egregious in the case of my colleague. I've abandoned him with no warning so many times, and now I have the audacity to be upset that he's done it once to me.

You may have set up the domino pieces, but what really nudged them to fall? Kind of like that. Trust me, it's hard to shake off.

[He thinks about it all the time.

Abbacchio goes quiet for a moment, working on dishing up the two of them before he's approaching with two plates.]

Think you'd treat him any differently if you saw him again around here?

[He thinks that over a minute, then huffs a soft laugh.]

No, likely not. I ought to. But I'd forget myself, I expect. Fall into the old patterns instead of maintaining new ones.

[He thinks another minute.]

There was a night I should have kissed him, about a year ago. I didn't. Likely it's for the best, but it's a mistake I should have made.

[There's a snort from Abbacchio as he drinks his wine. He relates too hard on that, which is why he made his confession to Bruno. It didn't amount to anything, but at least he said something just in case the worst had come to pass. Bruno never owed him anything, and it wasn't the time to think about it either. So, yeah.]

You feel like you lost your chance?

I wouldn't say I lost the chance. More that I lost the...opportune moment. There was a distinct "right time", and I let it go past.

[Strangely, the more he overshares (by his personal definition of oversharing, at least), the easier it seems to get to overshare. What a luxury it is to just talk to someone without obsessing over reputation and ramification and ulterior motive.]

He saved my life. I was at the most wretched I'd ever been, and he believed in me when no one else did, including myself. One doesn't get much more of a moment than that.

[Somehow, it's this part that sinks in the most. Abbacchio looks into his wine, thinking about how it reflects to his own past. He saved my life. I was at the most wretched I'd ever been. All of it speaks to him, and he gets it.]

There's a man who did something similar for me. I fucked up hard, and I was ready to just die alone somewhere. A shitty apartment, alleyway, whatever. I didn't care. But he saw something in me that I didn't think I still had.

It's hard to not fall hard for a savior like that. If there's anything I learned, though, you gotta make the most of the moments you have.

Ah. That's why you won't go back to law enforcement.

[He draws his conclusion with a half-nod, settling back in his chair and stretching his legs out mostly so that Pess can lie down beneath the lean-to tent they make between his seat and the floor.]

...Though I'll confess that if the plan is to delve into our previous mistakes, however, I'm likely going to need something stronger than just this wine.

Something like that.

[That earns a bark of laughter and he finishes his glass swiftly.]

Well, I didn't plan on anything stronger, so unless you got something you wanna share we're shit out of luck.

I'd really rather not. Merely an observation of the road we were threatening to go down.

[Although...maybe. It's already an unprecedented night. Who knows where conversation might take them.]

What happened with you and your savior?

Damn, and here I hoped you'd have something stronger. Whatever, guess that's what bars are for.

[He scoffs at the question, leaning his chin into his hand before settling his weight against the table.]

Nothing. I told him how I felt because I didn't want to lose the chance. But that's about it. Granted, we weren't in a great position for him to decide to do anything, but... he also doesn't owe me anything.

[No. It's the other way around. He'll always owe Bruno everything.]

I never said I didn't, only that I'd rather not. The narrow cabinet to the left of the stove.

[He motions in that direction vaguely with one hand, keeping his still partially-filled wine glass in the other.]

Well, at least you acted. There's something to be said for that.

Well now, that's awfully generous of you.

[And he gets up for that cabinet. Hell yeah.]

Eh, I suppose. It was more than I thought I'd ever do. I kinda just expect that I don't have much luck in that department.

[Suffice it to say, his love life has rarely ever been a successful one.]

[There isn't much variety, but never let it be said that Edgeworth doesn't buy the good stuff. Tucked away neatly in the cabinet are a bottle of the brandy he favors, and a smaller one of spiced rum. No sense in having more than that on hand, really — he lives alone, after all.]

I gather you're not altogether interested in more casual affairs. You're the sort to commit to one person, completely and utterly?

[The spiced rum is the one that catches Abbacchio's eye. It'll be a nicer flavor than just straight up brandy to him anyway, and won't take much to make him feel warmer.]

Not necessarily. Keeping it casual is the easiest thing to do.

[Emotions are very hard already, and he more or less accepts that his romantic preferences won't go far.]

That's what I thought I was getting into. Then he ignored the part where he was supposed to vacate the premises in the morning.

[He laughs again, under his breath. What a way for a casual hookup to backfire.]

Well. As you can see, he got around to it eventually.

You fucked Caesar?

[He blurts that out with almost a disgusted look on his face. GET SOME TASTE MAN.]

[.............................]

I never mentioned my roommate by name.

[so how the FUCK did you know wh]

[FUCK]

You didn't have to. I only encountered one other Italian here. Process of elimination.

[this is the part where he'd end up with two psychelocks]

[what the FUCK is a psycholock]

What is it you don't like about him? For my part, I could name a number of things.

Starts fights without a good reason, can't own up to his own flaws, has to bully someone while they're cursed to be as small as my familiar. Bullshit like that.

Couldn't fucking stand him. I'm honestly surprised that he was your roommate.

Agreed. He was also insufferable, shallow, and overbearingly amorous. Truthfully, I think the only reason he stayed is because the state of my kitchen offended his Italian sensibilities, so he hung around out of spite.

[But he still goes quiet a minute, regardless, and eyes the dwindling wine in his glass.]

...But it was nice to come home from a day's work and just. Have a dinner waiting. No extra effort on my part. To not have to take care of every little thing on my own.

[Abbacchio is quiet for a moment, if only so that he could take a shot from the rum he's helped himself to. It at least manages to make him feel a bit... softer. Able to deal with this.]

Despite what a pain in the ass he was, it's still awful to come home to an empty place and being left to your own devices.

It, uh. ...It doesn't have to stay that way, though. I'm sure someone would be glad to help you out.

[ugh he's awful at this. what if he just brings edgeworth dinner every day secretly without notice, that's mature and helpful right]

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