No Hand on the Reins

Adam Some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels She will be back. Adam didn't know Kiada well enough to get into an argument over this statement and while that did not always stop him, he was too tired for starting too much shit right now. Still, he thought it unlikely. No matter who was left behind, if he got out of this shithole he'd stay out. You didn't run back into burning buildings for anyone; that had always been his rule. To his surprise Kiada actually appeared to take him up on his offer of a joint nap, something he had meant purely as a joke because it had seemed so silly. But there she was, sat on the bed. With her thinly veiled threat he lifted his hands up and smiled, trying to be the picture of affronted innocence. In the moments of silence that followed, he began to relax again, staring at Kiada's back as he began to drift off to sleep. Something of the scene reminded him of a similar pose years ago, with him in a bed and a woman sat on the side...but then it had carried much more meaning, of course. Had been notable in the absence of the warmth expected of them. This wasn't anything like that, so he tried to put the thought from his mind. The question caused him to sleepily raise his head. "Uh..no...about....two and a half days 'fore you and Amalia got here. I've done longer and worse jail stints, to be honest. I got a bit of food, fresh air, company...and I'm sure we'll find a way out. Usually you're in some stone hole that stinks of piss and you have to start chipping at the walls." Wanting to keep some conversation going (he had found himself a little lonely next to Amalia and Kiada's companionship), Adam lifted up a hand to push through his hair then spoke again: "...She like...your mum? Amalia? Big sister, maybe?" But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean