Adam
It starts with a teaspoon of trouble - It ends in bliss and penury
There is no pension plan for heroes - So you'll want to get the hell out of my way
There is no pension plan for heroes - So you'll want to get the hell out of my way
From where he was in the wardrobe, Adam could only see a thin line of the edge of the door; if he tilted his head he could just about see the profile of Phoebe's face. This was clearly not a closet made to hold a 6ft+ man, things poking into all kinds of places on him and his head bowed uncomfortably, but at least he was hidden.
Bad hair?? Pulling an offended face he nearly considered coming out guns blazing and demanding an apology, but he restrained himself. Running a hand over his luxuriant and very nice hair, thank you very much, he waited to see whether Phoebe would offer him up or not.
