Oh. Oh, this was just great. All he had wanted to do was get one of his late father's original guitars to remember him by, and his hostile lieutenant, Lute, had destroyed it in a fit of rage. He was sure she was going through a lot, but that guitar had actually meant quite a great deal to him—even despite his less-than-ideal relationship with Adam.

Abel let out a soft, but heavy sigh of defeat as he made his way out of the building to get himself some fresh air. Once out, a small whimper escaped him as he leaned back against the wall and buried his face in his hands in exasperation. In that moment, he didn't notice a good friend of his approaching with well intentioned concern.

"Hey, Abel, are you feeling okay?" They asked kindly, causing him to immediately pull his hands away from his face with a slightly startled expression. The startled expression quickly turned sheepish, though, as he realized who it was and his nerves settled back down.

Abel sighed softly, cracking a small, only half-certain smile. "Yeah. Y-Yeah, no, I'm okay, just.. (a sigh) Having a hard time. Heh, sorry, don't let me like, infect you with these bad vibes I've got going on over here. What's uh, w-what's up?" He asked with a slightly sheepish smile, now. He hoped he hadn't caused them to worry about him too much.. He hated when he made people worry about him.