“Are you all right?” They were back in the limo, on their way up to the Cavalieri hotel. Since their stop for pizza, Abel had grown quiet, even distant with Kaplan. He berated himself for getting caught up in Kaplan's talk of beauty and just the entire romantic atmosphere of the city. Losing touch with reality – though relaxing and soothing – was detrimental. “Yeah. I'm fine.” he told Kaplan now. “Just...tired.” He wasn't lying, he was tired – tired of Kaplan treating this like some romantic vacation. Tired of the man acting like he cared, and distracting Abel from keeping his mind on the money and his hired duties. “We'll be back at the hotel in just a short while.” he ran his fingers through Abel's hair. “You can rest then.” he chuckled low. “I guess I got overzealous, wanting to show you everything at once. It's a lot to take in.” “Yeah.” Abel murmured and leaned his head against the side window.
