[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

Pet's hand on his is so horribly fond, so calming; Adam knew he was making this awkward, ruining what could be a perfectly nice sober night with a perfectly nice bite tumble where they didn't cum. He'd have to get used to it at some point, because there were plenty of other dry, bland nights coming up, for eternity. This thought swung around his head as he watched Pet speak, not really taking in any of the words he'd asked for.

He tuned in right at the end, where Pet said something about getting to see him and he automatically smiled, though it was more of a mechanical thing than anything else and definitely didn't reach his eyes. Adam tried to say something else, cook up something else in his head to distract them with, then remembered the gift on his lap; glad for it he picked it up and thrust the bag over the table towards Pet.

"I got you this. I uh, I noticed yours was looking a bit rough after the whole dying thing." Inside Pet would find a new scarf, clean and smelling of fresh wool, in a dark blue and purple mixed shade. Adam did watch him open it, though the whole time he was fiddling with the glass on the table, picking it up and putting it down over and over.

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