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Oh, oh yeah.
Not everyone had a sweet insurance plan like Abbi's father had, something she was always forgetting around Leslie, and the reminder of that only made her feel more sour.
She should be happy he got something out of his liaison, that he was healing from his experiences in Russian enough to seek out whatever it was he was seeking, but the selfish blight on her heart just kept throbbing louder.
"You know nothing, Leslie Miller." Was all she settled on with a pout, shoving the pocky box in his direction and turning to find her first aid kit.

Stored in her closet in a cutely decorated plastic box, Abbi pulled the thing out and slid it across the room toward her friend.
"Bruh. Bruh. A book about a hetero couple can't be gay. Why ya gotta say that all the time?" Sure, she knew he was using the word to mean stupid, but hadn't he ever seen those commercials with Wanda Sykes about how using 'gay' was a stupid way to say something was stupid?
"Man, you're just a grump bucket today for gettin' some." She frowned more, conflicted about whether she should kick him when he was literally down or try to stop being a jerk.
Eventually she settled on nudging his knee gently with her toe before she plopped down in front of him.

"Gimme an arm." A roll of bandages was uncurled, waited for him to do as she instructed. "I don't get why you're so jumpy about this... Its not like it was your first time, right?"

For once, Abbi took leniency on Leslie when he whined and turned somewhat soft. As soft as an annoying younger sister type could ever really turn when further proving her intelligent dominance.
"OK, look, that reference is a book but even I haven't finished the series so we'll just stick to the TV show instead." It was the least she could do for him, after all.

The offered arm is taken gently, the sleeves rolled back in a slow manner that suggests the girl is still learning that she ought to slow down around injured people. Quiet doesn't bother her, sure its a bit strange around Leslie when they are both so energetic is different ways, but after his stint in the Infirmary Abbi has learned that silence isn't bad. It can speak just as loudly as they can, but when he does finally speak she is a bit surprised.
Abbi wants to gush forth 'I won't judge you!' simply because extra curricular activities of the adult kind can provoke bashfulness in people, but what finally seems to be the reason for Leslie's quiet doesn't phase Abbi like she thinks it will.

"Oooohhh, I getcha." She replies as though she has simply misunderstood something simple, like a small misstep in an otherwise easy set of instructions. "Next time you hopin' for something a little... Not so violent?" Maybe its because nothing on this Island can really surprise her, what with the multitude of variant people here, or maybe its because all those "doth protest too much" moments really did sink in. Regardless Abbi continues to wind the bandage around Leslie's wrist. She finishes and motions for the next one.
No big.

"Its probably better for your health to find something a bit more... Vanilla." Were the situation appropriate to such a thing Abbi might have giggled at her usage of the word, but she was a bit busy pretending not to notice Leslie's strained face. He looked mixed up and turned around, but the girl was not kind enough to drop the conversation. Not when he got her involved in the talk of Adult Liaisons.

An incredulous pout looks up at Leslie before it turns down to tie the end of the bandage in place.
"I don't think even if I lowered my standards to 'barely breathing' that I would get anyone." There was a dash of bitterness in that that Abbi tried to hurry past. "'Sides... I don't think I'm really a 'One Night Stand' kinda girl. Never tried though, yanno... Cause of... Circumstances." Mostly involving the fact that prior to Deus she couldn't even step into a bar and the whole never having much touched anyone of the opposite sex for most of her life thing.
"So you gotta type?" Yes they were having this conversation, she would be sorry later Leslie.

With her first aid finished, Abbi packed back the left over pieces, crinkling up what she considered trash into a tight ball that she tossed at a pastel wastebasket. Not wanting to take the spotlight away from her now prostrate friend, the teen made no mention of the fact she'd made the throw flawlessly.
"Not looking is usually when you find something good. S'called 'serendipity'." Though, to be fair, what Leslie found seemed something neither of them really considered an agreeable discovery. Normally one to think of one night stands as semi-regretful events, Abbi was reluctant to classify Leslie's experience as such simply because he was admitting to his preferences.

A tiny squeak left her when he touched her, a hand slapping onto her plush extension to hold it closer to herself.
"Then what's the point if its not what I want?" She was being sincere, if a little confused at the same time.
Happy to allow her tsun his sentimentality in favor of making him fuss more, Abbi pushed on one shoulder.
"Aw c'mon, I wanna know! I'm guessing bookish isn't really your deal, so what could it be hhhmmmm."

The girl scrunched up her nose at him, clearly unconvinced of his cynicism, though if the roles were reversed she would probably have said something similar.
"I-D-K about that." Was all she settled on, petting his hair and casually braiding a very small part of it, hopefully without his noticing.

Abbi ignored the accusation of throwing a fit, humming once thoughtfully as she finished the braid and set about undoing her work. A moment passed before she spoke again, this time much quieter and with a bit more sentimentality than before.
"You don't deserve someone mean. You deserve someone who'll treat you like spun sugar and who tastes just like that too."

"Maybe I am." Abbi shrugged and brushed out the rest of the braid, gone off to her place where she knew more than him in all matters regardless, as well as a place that does not let the lonely quality of his laugh bother her. "But probs not."

Comparing Leslie to a stray dog is not at all a farfetched idea, but it is something multifaceted the girl doesn't understand fully. Maybe it all started back in Wonderland where she had seen him and his dog, had seen his kindness masked in frustration and bitterness and already too gone to fight in a different way than the physical. Most likely it stemmed from the fact that Abbi viewed most people in the same way as animals to begin with, she didn't know what either were thinking, and so far being kind had not done her much harm.
But what she does know for a fact is that Leslie is much more to her than just a friend.
To Abbi, Leslie has become the best sort of family because they chose each other.

When he asks for her hand she wants to play surprised, she wants to tease him about showing such sentimentality but there is something in his voice, in the shake of his hand, that turns her kind.
"Sure." Is all she says, chipper but soft, and slips her fingers into his shadowed palm.
They are in this together, they are a short, spunky little cobbled together family. There is nothing lesser about that, there is a great deal of love that Abbi feels for Leslie, but it is too pure to ever be muddled with romantic interest. She finds nothing lacking in their friendship, for Leslie is something she's never thought she could properly have.
They are not the kind of friends she imagined she ought to have, but Abbi is learning that what she thinks ought to happen is a bit boring compared to what she has.

The hand not in Leslie's continues to brush his hair, gently as though he really is a worried dog, a lopsided smile on Abbi's face.
"We'll take a nap soon, okies?" It is the promise of being here in the future, whether that future is in five minutes or until both of them do their job to fulfillment.
They are friends, they are family, and Abbi is glad to have Leslie.

Not in a million years would Abbi ever think of something so traitorous as going back on her gifts, so she turns mildly limp in an unspoken attempt to let Leslie know he can pull her wherever he'd like. Any tears she feels soak through her shirt or plop against her collarbone are ignored, her hand continuing to pet him.

"Nah, never mentioned it." Which was mostly on account that Abbi had never thought to ask. When she had told Leslie she would say nothing upon his return and her arrival to the Infirmary to see him, she had meant it in a wholly encompassing manner. She hadn't really ever asked about that time, had only peeked at his chart when she could and then let the whole thing go. If he needed to work out what happened there, it didn't have to be with her unless he wanted it to be. But Abbi had a hunch that she was not so much the person to tell such a dark tale to, more the one to dispel any remaining clouds if she could.
But now, it doesn't seem taboo if he suggested it.
"Who was it?" Sure, she had a few guesses, but she wanted to know if there would be a twist to the story.

In silence Abbi listened to all of this, not even bothering to hum or fidget, the latter of which was very difficult given her general propensity to be generally active, even in rest. But it was important she didn't say anything. The same rules as before applied.
A small note of surprise did leave her to find it was Taym, but more so to learn it wasn't really Taym.
The teen only had a periphery knowledge of the man, mostly Tweets to go off, so it at least gave her a good reason to continue not speaking.

Talk had circulated about clones, though Abbi had no tangible knowledge of them. Nor of the red that Leslie talked about, but it all sounded very... Honestly it sounded like one of the worst things she'd encountered thus far.
It all seemed to stay with one in a worse way than normal, but she really didn't know.

At the end of Leslie's speech she moved her hand to continue brushing his hair since she had stilled.
She doesn't have much to say, so she shrugs slightly.
"You don't have to know. N-B-D." Abbi cannot help but chuckle a little to herself before she wiggles under him.
"C'mon, let's take a nap. You could probably do with a little rest. Then we'll go have lunch, okies?" Always a future offer, always she would try to give him what comfort she could.