You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
"Ew, Mum." Adam made a face. They had both worked in the same industry, yes, but it had always been an understanding between them that they didn't directly acknowledge it. Maybe one joke every few conversations was okay, but two in a row? Absolutely not.
Still, her question was a good one. He raised up his fingers to trace over the scars, marks that as far as he knew she had never seen. She didn't even know why he had them. After he'd gone off with Heidi most people from his early life had taken it as a sign of preferring her riches over their poverty and had cut him out.
"This place isn't the same as back home. The Gods here actually matter to people and I'm fucking bored. May as well smoke with a cool death God, right? Have a good time? Though...I do wanna know why the hell you showed up when I asked for that. If my own mum is the death God from Hell I'm gonna be real fucking confused. You got dad in there?"
Adam
It didn't.
