Priorities

When a laugh came from the previously serious man, Adam smiled encouragingly. Maybe this conversation wouldn't have to be a wade through grumpy waters after all. "Can't blame you. Must be dangerous to live nearby where a big fucking bird on fire comes to hang out." Given that Adam didn't know much about anywhere, Nate's specific address would have meant little to him anyway. In all honesty, Adam was glad he was an obvious foreigner to this place. It was bloody dreary and miserable, and he wanted to stand out from it. "Is it that obvious?" He asked with a laugh, looking down at himself. Certainly no one else here seemed to wear skintight leather pants and knee-high heels. They were missing out. "Well uh, as much of a shame as it is 'cos it sounds like it was super great, I only got here yesterday, so I understand I missed a lotta the party." Actual, real tragedy and Adam didn't mix, so he was glad he had been absent for the week of dark and death. "Is it...normal for people to come falling in from the roof here? Gonna have to get a fucking helmet or something." ADAM maybe i'm my own greatest fear maybe i'm too scared to admit that i might not be as dark as i think maybe i'm not the person that i never wanted to be