Tie One On

A good listener? That could really mean anything. An actor, assassin, prostitute, priest...though with that amount of scars the last two were unlikely. Adam was clearly confused from the frown on his face and the slow way he raised his mug up to his face again, watching Peter carefully. "Who normally...uh...tells ya? I just do shit that I feel like doing. Why do you need someone to tell you?" The idea of needing an outside instruction to do something was alien to Adam, who had always been a free agent, subject only to the swerving desires and whims of his own heart. He could tell something was different about Peter, though. The way he hunched over just slightly, touched things as if he was scared he would break them...there was something in him that seemed fragile, hurt. ADAM And I don’t like to bare my soul to strangers But show me yours and I’ll show you mine