The weakness we left behind
seems to be getting stronger
At some point near the end of the process, Adam slouched around the corner. There he stood, haloed by a thin stream of smoke, the picture of dysfunction. He almost made Nate feel put-together, a feat at once impressive and pathetic. "Is it?" Nate asked wryly. He paused in his work and straightened up to regard the other man. "Not sure you know what 'morning' is."
His eyes fell to the makeshift cigarette in Adam's hand, and though his eyebrows lifted, he made no comment on it. He was glad to see the Outlander taking the habit outside, though he didn't really understand it. For all Adam's lack of regular schedule, it had yet to cause Nate any trouble. He found himself hard-pressed to complain, though he wondered if maybe he should.
Instead, he dusted off his hands and gestured at the garden, now a neat little series of seedlings in rows of rich, dark soil. Nate was nearly finished, just a few plants left to introduce to the soil. "You uh, feel like helping?" he asked. It was not quite so gentle a request as it sounded - more the beginning of a politely couched demand - but Nate was not old enough or angry enough or sure of himself enough to start out with barking orders. And despite his initial resistance, he didn't find the Outlander to be a particularly horrible roommate. Just - weird. A little lazy. Nate wasn't even sure what Adam spent most of his time doing, but he had somehow managed to get his hands on a little dragon, which he did not seem to be neglecting, so apparently he did - something.
His eyes fell to the makeshift cigarette in Adam's hand, and though his eyebrows lifted, he made no comment on it. He was glad to see the Outlander taking the habit outside, though he didn't really understand it. For all Adam's lack of regular schedule, it had yet to cause Nate any trouble. He found himself hard-pressed to complain, though he wondered if maybe he should.
Instead, he dusted off his hands and gestured at the garden, now a neat little series of seedlings in rows of rich, dark soil. Nate was nearly finished, just a few plants left to introduce to the soil. "You uh, feel like helping?" he asked. It was not quite so gentle a request as it sounded - more the beginning of a politely couched demand - but Nate was not old enough or angry enough or sure of himself enough to start out with barking orders. And despite his initial resistance, he didn't find the Outlander to be a particularly horrible roommate. Just - weird. A little lazy. Nate wasn't even sure what Adam spent most of his time doing, but he had somehow managed to get his hands on a little dragon, which he did not seem to be neglecting, so apparently he did - something.
