[SE] lots of music in it

Adam

You took notes on what you had to do
To get the piece of the pie that belonged to you

Adam had not had much time to be married alive. In fact, he never had been - the proposal had been in the last remnants of their soul's consciousness and they had never officially tied the knot, only said they had. As such, he was having to adjust to the idea now, to a forever that wasn't mindless and soft but alive and real, with problems and thoughts and, most relevant right now, trauma.

Trauma he'd always drunk to get away from, memories that had been kicked to the side by sex and drugs and booze and the constant search for those three things. Without them, he was beginning to feel anxious, constantly on edge, looking for the point where it was going to break: his marriage, his new life, his persona. It was embarrassing to be a week into his new life and nearing a breakdown already, but beginning a new life cold turkey was a substantial change.

They'd agreed to go on a little date at the bar on the beach. It was nice there, always dusk; he had not considered until he'd gotten there what it'd be like to be surrounded by people drinking, revelling in their groups, having a good time, flirting with eyes that said someone was getting fucked later - it was like being surrounded with everything he couldn't have, even with Pet there. His leg had not stopped bouncing since he had sat down (with his water, ha) and his eyes darted about the place, a finger in his lips and nail being chewed.

He had brought a gift, because he'd heard that was what you did around this time of year, but hadn't found a good moment to give it yet, distracted and hardly paying attention anyway. His fingers tapped on the bag on his legs, Adam only occasionally glancing back to Pet.

You've been waiting for this ever since you were young
Be careful not to choke on your tongue