darker_london | (Reply)

Abby had spent the entire funeral looking after Razvan Dumitra, as he had insisted that he needed to be allowed to see Peter off. Instead of it being some sort of power play, Razvan was genuinely upset about Peter's death. Sure he'd had some fun repeatedly stabbing an unkillable man, because hey...that was always fun. But Peter was also the only one who seemed to care enough to help. Cared enough to try and change things. He cared so much about demons even after demons like Razvan used him as a shish kebab. It was horrible to lose someone like that. Someone who cared, and tried to help no matter what. When he had requested to come, Abby had refused. Razvan was a patient in the hospital and he might make a break for it. But he promised to be on his best behaviour. Besides, Rolf was at the funeral. And Rolf was scary! So he behaved, despite making the occasional horrid remark. Abby was most displeased to be babysitting someone who had once kept David and Peter captive for nearly two weeks, but at least it gave her something to focus on.

They approached the coffin together and Razvan leaned down beside Peter. "Hey. I don't think it's fair that you wouldn't let me kill you, only to go now." Razvan said, frowning.

"That's enough." Abby warned.

"Don't get your knickers in a bunch, Doctor." Razvan hissed at her. He turned back to Peter. "We're buggered now, aren't we?" Then he reached out to touch Peter's hand softly, then he stood back. Abby, who had spent a lot of time with Peter's body, didn't feel like she needed more time. She'd said what she wanted to say. So she led Razvan away with her.