A Floor is A Floor [Open]

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. "Good? Eh. But brave, yeah." Adam shrugged. You couldn't keep up your bad boy persona if people were going around calling you a 'good man'. He looked up as he heard the beginnings of something that sounded dangerously like tears in Are's voice. Hers were rarely good. Hims weren't good either. Nor thems, or its. Any word that implied someone was about to get lyrical and upset about their past, about to start sobbing and make him very uncomfortable. But the pressure to say something was too great to just ignore it. "You uh...got a lady back home?" "...We'll see." Was all he had to say about the resigned fates of them both. Despite being knocked down many times, he was an eternal optimist, or at least as much as it pertained to his own chances. i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.