"Recent events aside, I do occasionally have them," Adam said, lips half quirking into something resembling a smile as he tried a weak joke. The tension in the air was making his head start to throb, though that could have been the lack of sleep.
Transferring his food to the bowl, he glanced over at Jack, eyes watching him closely for a long moment. "Let's go sit down, at least, before we both fall over," he said, nodding toward the couch. As tired as he was, his legs were back to feeling a big like jelly as they had before, standing on the edge of the grave. Perhaps because this...whatever this was...was almost as terrifying as that.
Why he was here, why he was trying so hard to explain to this man, to make him understand, to make him believe...it mattered, and he was so used to nothing mattering at all. That it mattered made him twitchy, unsure, trying to work out the whys and the whens and it shouldn't, not so quickly, not when he was still so angry with Hiro. All the reasons it shouldn't matter, and yet it did.
Glancing to see if Jack would follow, he moved to the other room and settled on the sofa, hoping he could ease the restless feeling enough. Maybe the vodka would at least take that edge off.
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Date: 2007-12-10 07:58 am (UTC)Transferring his food to the bowl, he glanced over at Jack, eyes watching him closely for a long moment. "Let's go sit down, at least, before we both fall over," he said, nodding toward the couch. As tired as he was, his legs were back to feeling a big like jelly as they had before, standing on the edge of the grave. Perhaps because this...whatever this was...was almost as terrifying as that.
Why he was here, why he was trying so hard to explain to this man, to make him understand, to make him believe...it mattered, and he was so used to nothing mattering at all. That it mattered made him twitchy, unsure, trying to work out the whys and the whens and it shouldn't, not so quickly, not when he was still so angry with Hiro. All the reasons it shouldn't matter, and yet it did.
Glancing to see if Jack would follow, he moved to the other room and settled on the sofa, hoping he could ease the restless feeling enough. Maybe the vodka would at least take that edge off.