Neal withdraws after Abby tells him what she has to do. He understands, he cracks a joke about it being her funeral deciding to room with Jeff, he teases her about the living habits of twenty-year-old boys. He puts on layer after layer of good humor to barricade himself off both from his own feelings and any guilt or suspicion that she might have that he's not as supportive as he's acting.
He also spoils the gremlin rotten, or tries to, ostensibly to make the little demon spawn insufferable when Abby moves out.
Abby's been packing all day, but it's not like she has a lot of stuff collected just yet, or much space to put them in at her new place. Most of it is the cat's stuff, honestly, all the things she'd gone shopping for with Jack. The crate, bed, food dishes, the grooming supplies and all his little sweaters with funny jokes on them.
Neal's been a little weird since she told him she got kicked out of housing. Not obviously upset or anything, not mad at her or passive aggressive or anything. Just...really full of good humour, joking with her and teasing and the distance he's putting is pretty obvious. Which sucks, but she can't blame him.
"God, I think I've got the cat packed up, now it's time for my stuff."
He sticks his hands in his pockets for a moment, looking around the room. "I'm thinking two taxi trips? Or rather, two taxis, you taking half the stuff and me taking the other half. That should be plenty of space all together."
His tone hasn't changed from earlier in the day, but there's an uncomfortable hurt he's been more and more forcefully ignoring since they started this process that morning.
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ABBY'S MOVING DAY
He also spoils the gremlin rotten, or tries to, ostensibly to make the little demon spawn insufferable when Abby moves out.
Which she is doing.
Today.
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Neal's been a little weird since she told him she got kicked out of housing. Not obviously upset or anything, not mad at her or passive aggressive or anything. Just...really full of good humour, joking with her and teasing and the distance he's putting is pretty obvious. Which sucks, but she can't blame him.
"God, I think I've got the cat packed up, now it's time for my stuff."
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His tone hasn't changed from earlier in the day, but there's an uncomfortable hurt he's been more and more forcefully ignoring since they started this process that morning.