Adam
My body is a temple
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
There was a moment of confusion, a pause, as Adam took the horn away from his lips and stared, wondering why sweet cider hadn't hit his mouth. He was about to crack a joke, look over to Amalia and ask her if she'd actually drunk so much of it she'd gotten to the end of an endless cup.
But when he glanced at her he saw she was making herself small, seemed to be sad and guilty. Adam listened to her with a frown. She was so...? For a while he didn't understand, unsure quite what it was she had taken the horn for; then it struck him all at once that she cared about him.
He didn't like to get too serious when he was high, and the tension did draw a few involuntary giggles from him, but he leaned forward and placed a hand on her knee. "Hey, you were trying to help me out, right? I mean, I know I drink way too fucking much. That's not a secret. Y'just would have to go and close down the Rathskeller to actually have this be effective." With another laugh, he put down the horn.
"Thing is, I've tried to stop before and it never works out. I don't..." He sighed, not good at this sort of thing. "I don't want you to feel like you have that job too, cos it's fucking miserable."
