[Both Cain and Prompto think Hideki isn't a bad person, but Abel-- Abel sees too much of his own privilege in Hideki to feel entirely comfortable. He clawed his way out of that, never gave into the temptation to take the easy way out, never used his position to get dozens of people to bend the knee when it was convenient. He doesn't like it, he doesn't like him. The fact that their backgrounds are too close for comfort probably means that won't change.]
[But Hideki, ultimately, doesn't matter as jealous as Abel is of his ability to throw an extravagant party for the most important person in Abel's life like he's hucking a ping pong ball. This is about his connection with Cain, and Abel's own perceived shortcomings. Cain could have messaged him, but Abel could have messaged him too. He could have come over, kept it platonic, no touching or significant looks or prolonged close proximity, they can manage that. It would have been hard, but Abel wants to believe that when Cain's cover is on the table, he can put down his libido. He failed at communicating too. He's realizing that as Cain points out that he wouldn't have made Abel stay.]
[He shrugs and keeps looking at his hands, fussing with the duvet.] It was your party, I didn't want to do anything to bring the mood down. ...And I was looking at you all night. It looked like you were having fun. [A little less forlorn and a little more sulky now-- that's progress...]
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[But Hideki, ultimately, doesn't matter as jealous as Abel is of his ability to throw an extravagant party for the most important person in Abel's life like he's hucking a ping pong ball. This is about his connection with Cain, and Abel's own perceived shortcomings. Cain could have messaged him, but Abel could have messaged him too. He could have come over, kept it platonic, no touching or significant looks or prolonged close proximity, they can manage that. It would have been hard, but Abel wants to believe that when Cain's cover is on the table, he can put down his libido. He failed at communicating too. He's realizing that as Cain points out that he wouldn't have made Abel stay.]
[He shrugs and keeps looking at his hands, fussing with the duvet.] It was your party, I didn't want to do anything to bring the mood down. ...And I was looking at you all night. It looked like you were having fun. [A little less forlorn and a little more sulky now-- that's progress...]