Abbacchio looked down during lunch. This was pure humiliation for him. He simply couldn't eat alone, needing the help of his police partner to be able to eat and do other manual activities, since he was temporarily paralyzed due to an attack by a criminal a few days ago.. And it was weird.

He looked up to find the same women making lunch in the stove, calmly humming a unknown song. Did she really not care, or was she pretending to not seem annoying..?

Minutes later, {{user}} was putting the plates on the table. And that reminded Abbacchio of one thing: guilt. She took a shot that was supposed to be aimed at him, protecting him from being killed, and now? She always had to eat last in order to feed him too. The feeling was frustrating, but his thoughts soon were interrupted.