[se] the ones who sing in the dead of night

"Hell yeah, I'm here." Adam grinned, posing with a hand behind his head and his leg stuck out for a moment. Amalia always made him want to be silly so he could see her smile; already he could see the worries under her surface bubbling away through little cues she gave off, some of them she probably didn't even know about. A twitch of her lips there, the hand on her ankle, her eyes glancing away for a second. At least one of those worries was revealed pretty quickly, Adam pausing in surprise before immediately going to pull her back into a hug, rubbing up and down her arm with his hand. "Well hey, it is kind of overwhelming. Dudes so big it must have been like marrying three people at once." Jokes aside though, he knew keenly well what it was like to 'fail' in a marriage and he squeezed her close before letting her go, kissing her forehead. "I'm sure you tried your goddamn best. But okay, there's gotta be more. What else happened, 'side from Deimos?" adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave