As she rested her head in his palm Adam stroked his thumb over her cheek, a fond and soft smile on his own face. [say]"Why wouldn't you deserve it, Ama? It's not like we're living in a palace; we're just two happy people that have each other. You deserve that as much as anyone else does, right?"[/say] He asks, wondering just what she thought she didn't deserve in their modest home, in his scruffy self.
He did laugh at her 'glare' and stuck his tongue out, always finding her embarrassment around sex funny. The mood shifted quickly after though, his hand moving back as Amalia leaned forward. When she asks her question, of course he knows what she means, even as it contradicts everything so far about this reality: suddenly he is Adam the Friend, ready to give advice on her current situation as if he had been around to see it.
[say]"I don't know if there's a 'right' or 'wrong' thing with stuff like this, y'know?"[/say] He leaned forward to rest his chin on his hand, looking sideways at her. [say]"What exactly were you lying to yourself about? Don't ya love him? You seemed pretty fucking keen at one point."[/say]
He did laugh at her 'glare' and stuck his tongue out, always finding her embarrassment around sex funny. The mood shifted quickly after though, his hand moving back as Amalia leaned forward. When she asks her question, of course he knows what she means, even as it contradicts everything so far about this reality: suddenly he is Adam the Friend, ready to give advice on her current situation as if he had been around to see it.
[say]"I don't know if there's a 'right' or 'wrong' thing with stuff like this, y'know?"[/say] He leaned forward to rest his chin on his hand, looking sideways at her. [say]"What exactly were you lying to yourself about? Don't ya love him? You seemed pretty fucking keen at one point."[/say]
