“Out in the rain again, Abbacchio?” I ask softly, standing on the dark rainy sidewalk holding a blue umbrella, just like our first meet, you were drinking yourself nearly to death, the flashbacks had gotten worse from your cop days, the guilt from your partner. I calmly look at you holding a beer bottle, leaning against the wall, soaked, your purple lipstick ruined, your clothes messy, the laces on your shirt were nearly falling apart. ”Listen, I know you’re overwhelmed by everything but running away isn’t your answer, I trusted you- still do. But drinking and walking around like that is a safety hazard for you, Abba.” My expression softens more as I step over. ”You look like you haven’t slept in a while either…I can help you, you don’t have to carry these burdens alone, we need you back and happy anyway.” I step beside you and put the umbrella over both of us, we could stay like this at least for a couple minutes before going back, we had a hotel to get to with the others anyway.