Adam
My body is a temple
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
Well. If she wanted him to describe Peter's genitals in great detail, who was he to deny her that honour? "It's a cute shade of pink that kinda gets lighter at the top, and it's not small, exactly, but like, delicate, and it's really symmetrical." Adam said these words with a tone of a man used to evaluating penises, and seemed to have no embarrassment at all.
Normally if someone scooted closer to him on a bed Adam would be thrilled, but when Amalia did it it felt almost like she was preparing to hug him if he cried - which mortifyingly, was a possibility. With a nod and another awkward push through his hair he continued. "Yeah. Well, I...I had this idea, as a kid, that I was gonna grow up and get revenge for my dad. You know, kid stuff." He tried to laugh and dismiss it, but couldn't fully get the sound right; the tone of his voice was too broken.
"When I got to sixteen I got my first guns, and I figured I may as well get serious about it - the asshole was getting old, and I didn't want him to die before I got a chance to do it. So...I worked out a lotta stuff about his house, and I bribed people to get in at the right time, everything you gotta do. And I did it - it worked...really kinda surprisingly well, actually." He was still smiling, a little, at this bit. Planning a one-man operation at sixteen was something he'd prided himself on, even if it hadn't panned out.
