"That's convenient," Adam remarked, starting to mirror the gesture with his hair, before dropping his hand. "The budget part..." Gods, but he was close to babbling, just standing there in the middle of the room, unsure of which way to go next or what to do.
He broke away from the awkward stance, half of him wanting to touch, to be touched, to be reminded that things were real and he was here and not there lost in some sort of pathetic delusion, but he rather hoped his delusions wouldn't be this awkward. Veering away from possible rejection if he reached out, he headed to the food.
"Nothing wrong with just vodka. There was a time in Russia when I tried to live on the stuff." He sent Jack a sort of rueful look over his shoulder. "But take-out is better, yes."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2007-12-07 12:29 am (UTC)He broke away from the awkward stance, half of him wanting to touch, to be touched, to be reminded that things were real and he was here and not there lost in some sort of pathetic delusion, but he rather hoped his delusions wouldn't be this awkward. Veering away from possible rejection if he reached out, he headed to the food.
"Nothing wrong with just vodka. There was a time in Russia when I tried to live on the stuff." He sent Jack a sort of rueful look over his shoulder. "But take-out is better, yes."