A Floor is A Floor [Open]

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. "Wife, right." Adam repeated, a clear bit of awkwardness in his tone. Not just because he was uncomfortable with the amount of emotion coming from Are, either; wives in general were a bit of a tense subject for Adam. He began to tap quietly on the floor with one finger as he listened to Are continue on. When he met her...? Adam supposed if this was the afterlife, people he'd known would eventually join...did that mean his father was here?! The thought was as alarming as it was exciting. "Uh, well, I'm divorced." He said, then raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised he'd revealed that. He really had to stop getting quite this drunk. "So uh...I you know, got a couple things going on but...nothing proper. It's not really my kinda thing." i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.