You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
Amalia's response was a little confusing for Adam. He'd been passed out in all sorts of places: alleys, churches, homes, roads...and no one had ever had the thought to be concerned about it before. He had just been Adam, local trashy mess, and it had been accepted (well, except for by Heidi, but she had been more angry than worried).
He nodded a bit though, as she offered to take him home; embarrassingly he wanted the company for the walk. Wrinkling up his nose in a silent objection as she took the horn away, he used the pew to push himself up, weakly swaying from side to side as he did.
"You...you're just tryina take me home so you can tell people you did, right?" Adam asked with a half hearted smirk, wanting to believe he wasn't being pitied. At least if he could pretend this was a romantic tryst, it felt a tiny bit less shameful.
Adam
It didn't.
