[He's a bit relieved that Gansey doesn't say much, not yet anyway. Adam almost thinks if an apology slipped in between the silence and the seating, it might trigger something again and he'd stomp off again. Either to shut himself in Noah's room or to grab all of his stuff and just leave. Where he'd go, he hardly knows. He's a stranger anyway he ends up.
But at the same time, it bothers him. As much as just about anything does that night. That Gansey could be so obvious in how he moves cautiously in everything he says, everything he does. Was Adam that sensitive? Yes, he thinks. I'm so broken, he thinks the softest tap might just break me. And maybe that's right.
He sits upon the edge of the bed, always softer than it looks, with his eyes averted towards the floor. That's when he realizes that he doesn't quite know why he's here. He'd walk out of the room, head towards the center of the loft, approach Gansey, and ask for his attention. But that was as far as he got in his plans. What he was supposed to do now, Adam hardly knew. But then he hardly knew much of anything these days.
Hands clasped together, his forearms rest against his thighs as he crouches over, trying his best to simply not look at Gansey.]
You can't sleep? [It's not what he wants to say, but this'll do. For now.]
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But at the same time, it bothers him. As much as just about anything does that night. That Gansey could be so obvious in how he moves cautiously in everything he says, everything he does. Was Adam that sensitive? Yes, he thinks. I'm so broken, he thinks the softest tap might just break me. And maybe that's right.
He sits upon the edge of the bed, always softer than it looks, with his eyes averted towards the floor. That's when he realizes that he doesn't quite know why he's here. He'd walk out of the room, head towards the center of the loft, approach Gansey, and ask for his attention. But that was as far as he got in his plans. What he was supposed to do now, Adam hardly knew. But then he hardly knew much of anything these days.
Hands clasped together, his forearms rest against his thighs as he crouches over, trying his best to simply not look at Gansey.]
You can't sleep? [It's not what he wants to say, but this'll do. For now.]