Thea rolled her eyes, clearly nonplussed by Abel's accusations. "I obviously didn't realize what I was doing, you dramatic bitch." This was only somewhat a lie - she'd opened the box out of curiosity, but found that most of its contents seemed weird for a grown man to have in his posession, and assumed that he'd be interested in chucking some of it; after the baby blanket fiasco, however, she was not permitted to suggest anything else be thrown away for the day. She smirked slightly at Abel's interest in her dating life, though she knew that it was only because he was horrendously nosy and judgemental - she'd never managed to bring someone home he approved of. "Sorry I don't want to get heinously murdered on my first date, if that's what you mean by scruples. You've gone places to get laid I wouldn't even go with a gun."
"You know what β" Abel took in a deep breath. He was an adult, he needed to calm down. There was a part of Abel that couldn't relinquish anything from the past. While he would never admit it, so much of what he saved were the stupid things along the way his mother had bequeathed to him, and in the absence of her, all he had was the memory. So, sure. For a twenty-eight year old man, he had a disturbing amount of tchotchkes. "Who says I didn't have a piece on me?!" Abel looked at his best friend incredulously. "The difference is, I live and die by the hunt. You, probably, like, have grown your hymen back by now. And I know, it's a social construct, blah, blah, blah, but it's alarming to me, I am medically scared for you and your lack of hitting it!"
