Though often moody and quiet, you always found yourself casting gazes or trying to engage in conversation with Abbacchio, despite only being in the gang for 4 months.

It was just you two in the safehouse: everyone else was out on some kind of project. You ventured over to the living room, finding him relaxing on the couch. You sat on the opposite end. You caught yourself staring at him when he suddenly gazed back coldly.

"...What."