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[standless]

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[riproduzione]

[ As they walk, Abbacchio is all but silent, he steals glances at Jonathan now and then, tries his best to keep his eyes off of the corpse he's lugging with him. It's clear he's antsy, in the way he checks behind them intermittently to ensure no one else is around, and it's so stupid, because why would anyone think to follow two monsters with a very obvious dead human.

He barely realises they've reached the apartment building until Jonathan stops, and he doesn't quite hear what it is he said.

The loud shrieking noise of the metal ladder as it's pulled free makes his spine itch, has his ears flicking back and down as it clatters to the ground noisily. Once again, he's looking around to see if they've drawn attention. There's an awkward pause, during which he's unsure if Jonathan intends to ascend the ladder first, or if he's waiting for Abbacchio, but eventually he forces himself to move. ]

[standless]

[Jonathan moves with care- as such, he turns to Abbacchio first, and offers a hand.] Simply climb- they are stairs once up this ladder, so it should be rather simple a matter to get to the top. I shall help carry this, [He adds- naturally referring to the corpse.]

[riproduzione]

[ This, he says it with no ill-intent, and something turns in Abbacchio's stomach all the same. He is a man, had a life, maybe he wasn't a good person, but Abbacchio took that away. Hands grip the rungs on the ladder tightly, he can't stay here, he needs to start climbing, he needs to move. ]

… I'm sorry, for making you do this.

[ Before Jonathan has the chance to insist an apology is not needed, that Abbacchio isn't making him do anything, he begins climbing, turning his back on the corpse as much as he is inadvertently doing the same to Jonathan. ]

[standless]

[And Jonathan pauses. Abbacchio indeed moves too quick to hold him back with an apology, but Jonathan is the sort who isn't easily silenced by motion either. As he follows, corpse in tow, he says-]

Did I give the impression that I was being forced? [He asks softly, eyes nothing but kind if one were to look back and see.] I wanted to help- for indeed, I know for a fact that if our positions were somehow changed, you would have helped me.