[ Abbacchio should have known better than to think he'd be left alone here, to hope beyond hope that the noise or the smell would draw out someone else's attention. He's in no position to try and fight against another monster, in no position to deal with a poor unsuspecting human that happened to be curious enough to follow the sound, thinking that perhaps someone was in need of aid.
So imagine his shock when it's Jonathan who rounds the corner, stands at the entrance of the alley and calls out towards him — he doesn't realise it's Abbacchio, it seems — and Abbacchio doesn't know whether to laugh or scream at the fact. Instead, he makes a choked gargle of a sound, sob caught in his throat as he tries, and fails, to pull himself together. He wipes at his cheeks, but all he really accomplishes is smearing blood across his scales. Painfully scratchy, his voice comes out as a barely audible whisper, a quiet damaged thing. ]
… Jonathan.
[ Wings shift, fold tighter around himself in a protective manner. He can't bare the thought of Jonathan seeing him like this, is already imagining how disappointed he'd be, disgusted. Abbacchio wouldn't blame him, would make no attempts to try and stop him if he turned his back on him and left him here. In fact, he should leave. This is Abbacchio's burden to bear. ]
forgive meeee
So imagine his shock when it's Jonathan who rounds the corner, stands at the entrance of the alley and calls out towards him — he doesn't realise it's Abbacchio, it seems — and Abbacchio doesn't know whether to laugh or scream at the fact. Instead, he makes a choked gargle of a sound, sob caught in his throat as he tries, and fails, to pull himself together. He wipes at his cheeks, but all he really accomplishes is smearing blood across his scales. Painfully scratchy, his voice comes out as a barely audible whisper, a quiet damaged thing. ]
… Jonathan.
[ Wings shift, fold tighter around himself in a protective manner. He can't bare the thought of Jonathan seeing him like this, is already imagining how disappointed he'd be, disgusted. Abbacchio wouldn't blame him, would make no attempts to try and stop him if he turned his back on him and left him here. In fact, he should leave. This is Abbacchio's burden to bear. ]
You… should go.