[ Please, Adam, don't make him have positive feelings about you— everyone he's had even slightly good emotions about have died terribly or gone on a similar path of destruction.
Too late, though. His barely-there exhale would be considered a chuckle from a more amiable person, and as he brushes past Adam's desk of colorful knickknacks, he has a twitch of his lips upwards to spare. ]
Beats some other tests of faith I've been through.
[ Murder, it's always murder.
But he leaves it at that, prone as he is to entering and exiting without any real explanation. He's remembered Adam's face, though, so chances are he'll say hi in the halls. ]
v'll make adam a mixtape with that song on it, dw
Too late, though. His barely-there exhale would be considered a chuckle from a more amiable person, and as he brushes past Adam's desk of colorful knickknacks, he has a twitch of his lips upwards to spare. ]
Beats some other tests of faith I've been through.
[ Murder, it's always murder.
But he leaves it at that, prone as he is to entering and exiting without any real explanation. He's remembered Adam's face, though, so chances are he'll say hi in the halls. ]