[ The fidgeting doesn't go unnoticed, however, it does go unremarked on. Even as Fugo steps back to allow him in, he waits. Gives Fugo ample time and opportunity should he decide to change his mind; it's only when he begins to enter the room himself that Abbacchio actually follows him inside, carefully closing the door behind him so that it doesn't shut tight. ]

Thanks.

[ Abbacchio pays no mind to the way Fugo keeps his room, is familiar with seeing what his presence in an area can do for its general appearance. More concerningly is how he sits, perfect posture and a concentrated effort not to fidget. That's what is uncomfortable.

He debates standing; if only so that he can leave quicker if it's asked of him. Ultimately he decides better of it. He doesn't want to stand here looking down on Fugo as if he's better than him, that's so far from his intention. (And so far from the truth anyway, even if Fugo doesn't believe it.) So he sits, makes the conscious decision to slouch, keeps his own posture as loose and casual as possible. ]

I know you're busy, and I know you don't want to talk about this, so I'll just get straight to the point.

[ People like Fugo and himself, they don't have conversations like this. Not with each other. He isn't being blunt out of rudeness or a lack of desire to be here, because as uncomfortable as it is, they do need to talk. They may not be close, but that he's here at all should say enough. Abbacchio does care about Fugo in his own way. He's willing to drop his usual pretence around him to get to the bottom of this, to figure out what he can do to minimise Fugo's discomfort. ]

You've been avoiding me. I don't want to know why, [ unless Fugo chooses to discuss it, he will not press ] I want to know what I can do – for you, I mean. To make this easier.