[ Jonathan's voice causes him to wince. He's waiting for it, for the inevitable, but… it doesn't come. Instead, Jonathan sounds concerned for him, for his wellbeing? And, what's more, he's approaching him. Something snaps. Abbacchio bristles, wings loosening around his figure — not enough to unfurl and spread out, but enough that it's visible — he shifts his posture too, leaning forward and positioning himself so that he's blocking the body to his side. ]
Don't! [ Eyes flash green, his lip curls. ] Just don't.
[ Despite the long-since faded adrenalin, there's a part of his brain that is still active, still treating this like a hunt. Territorial urges slowly claw their way into his mind, to stand his ground and chase off any interlopers, but it's not anger on his features, it's fear. Fear that he could lose himself again. When the flickering flame in his eyes fades, he almost looks like he's pleading with Jonathan. ]
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Don't! [ Eyes flash green, his lip curls. ] Just don't.
[ Despite the long-since faded adrenalin, there's a part of his brain that is still active, still treating this like a hunt. Territorial urges slowly claw their way into his mind, to stand his ground and chase off any interlopers, but it's not anger on his features, it's fear. Fear that he could lose himself again. When the flickering flame in his eyes fades, he almost looks like he's pleading with Jonathan. ]