[but soon as he sees him coming, he's moving to retaliate-- or... was it that he'd already started moving before he knew what was coming? sort've... in time with some rhythm that wasn't really there to follow, yet--
he doesn't exactly have time to question it, since he's shifting his weight to counter in a fluid movement. one hand is jutting out to grab the fucker by the front of his shirt to catch his weight as Edward flung himself over the table. Abel's other hand was coiled into a fist, thrust toward Ed's cheekbone.
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he doesn't exactly have time to question it, since he's shifting his weight to counter in a fluid movement. one hand is jutting out to grab the fucker by the front of his shirt to catch his weight as Edward flung himself over the table. Abel's other hand was coiled into a fist, thrust toward Ed's cheekbone.
this will totally end well.]