[ Abel isn't the type of person to take apart words so carefully, only picking up on what he had because he was curious to read Jeremiah's interest. He likes the answer he's given, his smile crinking the corners of his eyes just that much more, and runs his thumb across what skin he can reach with their hands still in one anothers. ]

Well. I think I'm pretty open minded.

[ At least, if the events of the previous evening are anything to go by, he's sure he can say that of himself. ]

I might not be crazy about being here as a whole, but I think I can adjust to it... Still, you're right — probably more easily if I'm not trying it alone.