Adam
It starts with a teaspoon of trouble - It ends in bliss and penury
There is no pension plan for heroes - So you'll want to get the hell out of my way
There is no pension plan for heroes - So you'll want to get the hell out of my way
"Uh--well--thanks, but.." Adam laughed awkwardly. He was not good at being genuine, at committing seriously to anything. It all had to be a joke, because then when it inevitably crashed it could be laughed off. "We aren't like, together or anything. We're just getting on and fucki-- and uh, he comes over sometimes." He corrected his language with a tight smile at her.
While he was sure she would never actually come over (Amalia was far too nice for a guy like him) he winked. "Any time, babs."
"I haven't got anything to compensate for." He automatically insisted, fully aware that saying that made it sound like he absolutely did. Still, he couldn't focus on his own dick size forever (just most of the time), not when Amalia was doubting herself. He couldn't have his friends doing that.
"Hey, nah." He leaned forward to touch her knee. "You're pretty as all get out, smart, can bake with the best of them and you're real nice. If anything, uh...D...Deimos, you said? Should know how lucky he is. I bet he does. If he doesn't I'll go piss on him." Less-than-serious insult said he smiled and leaned back against the tree, finishing off his sandwich.
"Tell me about the guy we're doing the lantern thing for, then."
