[ he can't sigh, exactly, with the petrification. but he can close his eyes and lean his head back against the wall, face tilted upwards, relief writ plain across his expression. if gray should be more manipulative, then he too should be more worried about such open displays of emotion. but what a horrifying thought that'd been, that he might have gotten abel hurt, or worse. how much harder to take, than his own predicament. ciel will identify later, correctly, how little he cares about his own hurts and how much he feels for other people.
that abel might've willingly left him doesn't even cross his mind, before gray ever clarifies. he wouldn't have cared even if the priest had, truthfully — so much the better if abel had prioritized his own safety. but he knows well enough. of course, he would've tried to help. thank the light that the mess rand made didn't go poorly for him. ]
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that abel might've willingly left him doesn't even cross his mind, before gray ever clarifies. he wouldn't have cared even if the priest had, truthfully — so much the better if abel had prioritized his own safety. but he knows well enough. of course, he would've tried to help. thank the light that the mess rand made didn't go poorly for him. ]
It's better that he was able to leave.