No one has seen much of Edgard since he returned from his capture several months ago. He has thrown himself into work and kept to himself mostly. Until one day, he shows up extremely drunk to Abby's quarters and stumbles in through the door.
"You have to tell me!" He shouts at her, eyes glistening. "Have to. Please!"
It's unclear what he's asking for. He half sits half falls onto the floor and blinks, surprised at the perspective change. He hiccups.
Abby actually smells him coming first and turns in her seat to greet him, both surprised and pleased, but the moment she sees him and takes in those glistening eyes, the red face and slightly sweaty sheen to him, she stands.
"Hey — holy shit, stop yelling at me."
He sits. Abby stares at him, then — fuck it — sits down on the ground too, opposite. "What is it? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Shit," Abby says under her breath, because this immediately makes her feel sad for him. She reaches out after a moment and steadies him by the shoulder, squeezing. Solidarity. "I'll tell you about it, if that's what you want. It's not great though, Edgard. It's probably gonna make you mad."
She'll still tell him, but he should be forewarned.
Abby takes a breath and finds she can't quite look at him when she says this. "You got pretty angry with everybody trying to talk to you. Yelled a lot. And, uh — you were shitty to Xiomara, because she's an elf.
"We know it wasn't you," she hastens to add. "Just looked like you. I figured there was something wrong when you started calling me an asshole for no reason."
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"You have to tell me!" He shouts at her, eyes glistening. "Have to. Please!"
It's unclear what he's asking for. He half sits half falls onto the floor and blinks, surprised at the perspective change. He hiccups.
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"Hey — holy shit, stop yelling at me."
He sits. Abby stares at him, then — fuck it — sits down on the ground too, opposite. "What is it? I don't know what you're talking about."
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"Didn't mean to yell." He says barely audible, erring too far in the other direction now.
He takes a deep breath.
"Want to know what the other one did. The one who looked like me."
He doesn't want to say demon.
"Everyone avoiding me and won't talk about it and--"
Edgard's face goes slack and sunken, looking past Abby.
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"Shit," Abby says under her breath, because this immediately makes her feel sad for him. She reaches out after a moment and steadies him by the shoulder, squeezing. Solidarity. "I'll tell you about it, if that's what you want. It's not great though, Edgard. It's probably gonna make you mad."
She'll still tell him, but he should be forewarned.
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"Tell me." And then softly, "please."
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Abby takes a breath and finds she can't quite look at him when she says this. "You got pretty angry with everybody trying to talk to you. Yelled a lot. And, uh — you were shitty to Xiomara, because she's an elf.
"We know it wasn't you," she hastens to add. "Just looked like you. I figured there was something wrong when you started calling me an asshole for no reason."