(that hurts so much, knowing that he died by himself. curls up inside of her and just fucking aches, and abby wonders if... it was quick, or if he suffered, but bile riles in her throat at the thought. she smacks her open palm against the brick. her eyes are hot.
she's so uncomfortably aware of his body. it's right there, but abby is here. he isn't at her side. he's so far away from her now.
scorpia is hovering. abby feels so lost, so churned up, but scorpia doesn't know how to deal with this any better than she does, so she has to pull it together. she drops her hand from the wall, and finds her fluid, even though her arms feel like they're made out of concrete. she's going to send a message to clarisse. oh, fuck. she realises it with a wash of hurt and dread: nico is going to be devastated.
she clears her throat, and pinches a few tears away from the corners of her eyes with forefinger and thumb.) Can you help me move him?
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(that hurts so much, knowing that he died by himself. curls up inside of her and just fucking aches, and abby wonders if... it was quick, or if he suffered, but bile riles in her throat at the thought. she smacks her open palm against the brick. her eyes are hot.
she's so uncomfortably aware of his body. it's right there, but abby is here. he isn't at her side. he's so far away from her now.
scorpia is hovering. abby feels so lost, so churned up, but scorpia doesn't know how to deal with this any better than she does, so she has to pull it together. she drops her hand from the wall, and finds her fluid, even though her arms feel like they're made out of concrete. she's going to send a message to clarisse. oh, fuck. she realises it with a wash of hurt and dread: nico is going to be devastated.
she clears her throat, and pinches a few tears away from the corners of her eyes with forefinger and thumb.) Can you help me move him?