Abbacchio doesn't know Bucciarati's history, not really. Sure, there are things he could make educated guesses about, things he could draw logical conclusions from, but he doesn't attempt to. Has never really seen the point of doing so, in spite of that part of him that wants to collect every piece of information and store it away for a time when it might be relevant. It isn't his place; Bucciarati is his boss first and foremost, which means it never was his place; nor will it ever be. Not unless Bucciarati decides it is.
Similarly, he isn't exactly forthcoming with his own history, and what Bucciarati does know are things that were pulled from police files and records that he definitely shouldn't have had access to, or loosened from Abbacchio's own mouth when the days were too much and alcohol was the only relief. (And that was never on Bucciarati, not once.) So he doesn't know just exactly what Bucciarati means, when he says they're no different from one another.
He's deflecting though, and Abbacchio can't blame him. ]
… Yeah.
[ He exhales heavily. It's easy to imagine how upset Narancia would have been, and that's not to be conceited– that's just the kind of kid Narancia was. ]
Having attachments within our lifestyle. It never really ends well, does it?
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Abbacchio doesn't know Bucciarati's history, not really. Sure, there are things he could make educated guesses about, things he could draw logical conclusions from, but he doesn't attempt to. Has never really seen the point of doing so, in spite of that part of him that wants to collect every piece of information and store it away for a time when it might be relevant. It isn't his place; Bucciarati is his boss first and foremost, which means it never was his place; nor will it ever be. Not unless Bucciarati decides it is.
Similarly, he isn't exactly forthcoming with his own history, and what Bucciarati does know are things that were pulled from police files and records that he definitely shouldn't have had access to, or loosened from Abbacchio's own mouth when the days were too much and alcohol was the only relief. (And that was never on Bucciarati, not once.) So he doesn't know just exactly what Bucciarati means, when he says they're no different from one another.
He's deflecting though, and Abbacchio can't blame him. ]
… Yeah.
[ He exhales heavily. It's easy to imagine how upset Narancia would have been, and that's not to be conceited– that's just the kind of kid Narancia was. ]
Having attachments within our lifestyle. It never really ends well, does it?