Adam
It starts with a teaspoon of trouble - It ends in bliss and penury
There is no pension plan for heroes - So you'll want to get the hell out of my way
There is no pension plan for heroes - So you'll want to get the hell out of my way
Amalia had shown up on a rare evening where Adam was sober. He'd spent the day in his house, mostly messing about with the various bits of fabric and stolen things that counted as decor and thinking over ways to ask Peter over again. How soon was too soon to ask over a guy you had sex with that you definitely only wanted to have sex with?
The visit was a welcome respite from beating himself up over how he felt about the stupid scarred-up idiot. Even if he was going into some creepy woods to hang up a light for a guy he'd never heard of.
He liked Amalia, anyway. She was real, in a way a lot of people weren't, and she also wouldn't put up with his bullshit. As much as Adam would pout and pretend it bothered him, he respected it when someone clearly could see through his facade, as long as they played along.
"Oh hell yeah." He responded to the offer of the roll, taking it and flopping down to eat, offering a ripped off chunk to Coffee, who happily took it and rolled on his back, playing with it before eating. "S'okay. Better now that there isn't a golem in it. I'm liking having a bed to sleep in...and do other stuff in. Had Peter over the other day." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Speaking of that kinda thing, you still haven't told me who your mystery man is."
