Perhaps she had cut the poor man a little too close to the bone for his comfort but it felt like she had known him all his damn life and she wanted to connect with him on some level. Even if he called her insane and didn't want to see her, she'd know then that he had listened.
There was her Ernest. That chin lifting higher and the rigidity in his shoulders, though he couldn't hide the paleness of his eyes and how his foot trembled just a little. If he ended up staying here, she'd be forever noticing his habits as giant tells. It's how she beat him at poker. "Interesting theory. I'll stab a fork into my eye and tell you if you're wrong next time I see you. Or not see, as it happens," she joked.
Raising her brow a little, Abi turned slightly to her right side, effectively showing him the left of her torso. "If my Hem finds out, he might be a tad jealous..." she warned. Curling her fingers under her sports bra, she lifted the fabric just enough to show him a tattoo of his signature, curved just under her breast. "This is as much proof as I can give you now, unless you want to meet yourself too."