[SE] Manic moves and drowsy dreams

ADAM

Seal my heart and break my pride

"Strongest man alive? Damn. I would ask you to prove it, but I'm a little scared to." Adam laughed, jokingly leaning away from Remi. "You're an Outlander, right? You weren't born here? Were you as important in your old world?" He'd often wondered if the Voice had had any kind of selection process, if she had chosen those that were particularly skilled or accomplished in their worlds (obviously, his inclusion in the list solidified this theory).

Three kids wrinkled Adam's nose, but he didn't say anything about it. He supposed it was good that whatever it was, something was stopping Remi from focusing on a crazy Old God murder quest.

Perhaps Remi meant his words as something possibly comforting, but hearing them shot Adam through the chest. "...Oh." His hands dropped limp in his lap, not their usual fidgeting, gesturing selves, as he thought of all the times he'd wondered if he'd been sent here just to meet Ama. Not recently, but...he must have still have been holding onto the dream somewhere, because he felt it shatter. "...Fucking sucks."

"Open marriage, huh? We...sort of...tried that, me and Pet, but it didn't go so well. Did it not work? Y'said 'then'." He asked, trying to change the subject and conveniently leaving out the part where he had maybe sort of definitely cheated.

I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide