bury me in satin

Adam Some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels "Okay, well..." Adam wished Deimos had said something, but he guessed not everyone was as prone to dramatic endless rambling in emergencies like he was. "Not saying anything isn't saying anything bad, right? I'm sure it's all gonna be okay with him." He gave her a wink, but his heart wasn't really in it. What his heart was in however, was that if Deimos for a moment tried to drop his proposal, Adam was going to show him how his guns worked in a whole new way. His hands automatically reached out to steady her as she tried to sit up, but stopped mid-air as she asked him to confirm; he nodded slowly, sadly. "Yeah. I...I think about that many." Adam tried to think of something to say, some way to make that number better, but there really wasn't one - it was no surprise Amalia burst into tears. "Oh, hey.." Normally Adam was deeply uncomfortable around crying, but with Amalia he felt he knew her well enough to not feel awkward about it. Shifting to sit on the edge of her bed, careful not to sit on her, he leaned in to pull her into a gentle hug, mostly him making up the distance so she would not have to reach too far. A hand, similarly be-feathered, stroked through her hair as he tried to comfort her. "..Maybe you should cry a bit. It's the kind of thing you should cry over to help with getting over it...and you will, one day, you know." Maybe it wasn't exactly the same, but he'd once been a crying invalid in a hospital bed too, face ripped and speech ruined, wondering how he was going to make his life work from there on. But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean