[PQ] In My Basement?

Amalia

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stop thinking so much

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Come help decorate feels like a decidedly un-Adamlike request, but Amalia shrugs and takes it in stride. She would rather be called upon to help her friend set up a house than stumble home to it, and the fact that he is finally taking up his own place warms her with an odd sort of pride. Part of her wonders if Nate will be there, what the stoic farmer thinks of losing the tenant he seems reluctantly fond of.

Part of her wonders if this whole thing isn't simply so he has somewhere closer to the bar to crash at.

She does not expect to see the others there. It is not that she is jealous of Adam's time, more that she has her own twisted emotions regarding some of the people assembled there, a sharp pain rising in her gut as she looks them over. For a long, tempting moment Amalia considers turning around and heading back the way she came, an excuse already rising to her lips (Sorry, Adam, I was busy with the bake - sorry, Adam, I never got the message -)

(- Sorry, Adam, I didn't feel like dealing with the former babysitter who thinks I want her dead -)

"Adam!" she calls from the back of the group, carefully avoiding looking at Wessex, skirting around to bump her shoulder against the slender man. "You found yourself a house, hm? Let's see the inside!"

And because she does not currently have the presence of mind to wonder why they are all standing around the door (and because whatever is waiting in there cannot possibly be as terrifying as Wessex's disappointed stare), Amalia moves to step through the open doorway, her dark eyes searching curiously through the little house.

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you're breaking your own heart

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