[ the scowl on abel's face could kill a corpse, and seeing it - while not a shock - is still enough to force a reaction from wei wuxian. the cup of ice tucked into abel's hands, he reaches up to palm the man's face and turn it away from line of sight with 'that fellow'. even the brief contact is enough to spark blue between them: easy easy easy, it's a tender little thing from him, to abel. ]
You don't like him very much.
[ he doesn't need to be in contact OR a detective to know that ]
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You don't like him very much.
[ he doesn't need to be in contact OR a detective to know that ]