A Floor is A Floor [Open]

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. Are seemed to be quite judgey on the whole divorce thing, and Adam had to put real effort into holding his tongue. He couldn't tell a stranger the whole thing, how it had been something borne of teenage sweethearts forced into commitments, of the way her rich family had paraded him like a novelty, like a thing for their amusement, how he had tried so hard to convince her to go with him away from them and then that final night where she had told him he was leaving, but she wasn't coming. He couldn't say all of that, so he just hummed at Are's apology. Really, he was quite disgruntled. Thinking of Heidi when he was drunk rarely ended well. "Right, yeah, stars." Adam agreed, then reached for a scroll to put under his head for a makeshift pillow. "I'll see you later, Are whatever-the-fuck-your-name-was, shoe guy." i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.