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The words hit his ears, and everything bleeds out of him. Slowly he takes a step back from David and looks at him before he shakily reaches for his coat.

“I need to go for a walk…” he manages to get out, barely pulling his coat on before he gets outside. Everything hurts. Everything burns. He is not the same man, and he realizes belatedly that that is terrifying to him too. Something happened to him after Panchaea(some people might call that PTSD).

There were so many missing pieces between the end and him waking up.

It was no reason to yell at David at the end of the day. He comes h o m e hours later, perhaps way too early in the morning. A part of him is thankful that the light in the bedroom is still on, another feels gut wrenching regret. He goes and showers first before he steps into the bed room to get his pajamas on.

He sits at the foot of the bed on his side with his back towards David to center himself as he runs his fingers through his wet hair. “I know that ‘sorry’ isn’t enough…” he whispers out shakily, and then loses the rest of the words. Standing again, Adam grabs his pillow and an extra blanket before heading out to the living room to settle down to sleep.

my adam, when talking w/ @wingsbuilt: cries, probably holds his hands in front of his chest like this

[VIDEO MESSAGE || 1:33 AM]

Adam shifts slightly, burying himself against a wall, trying to keep his voice low as he drags a hand through his hair. "Hey David, it's me. I am currently seated in a corner of the Frankfurt International terminal, this is the third time my flight has been delayed because of weather, and this is my fourth cup of coffee." Adam gives a wry smile towards the camera, followed closely by a tired laugh as he adjusts the phone in his hand.

"With any luck, I'll be landing in JFK only three hours behind when I was supposed to, and hopefully you're actually going to check your messages and you don't think I'm doing this on purpose.... and please bring toothbrush and toothpaste with you when you pick me up by the way, I forgot mine when I packed. Maybe a razor t--" Adam pauses, an announcement ringing out and catching his attention its time to board for his flight finally, "That's my cue, see you in 8 more hours" Adam clicks his phone off and pockets it before grabbing his duffel to get in line and board.

Adam is seated in economy  (window seat thank god) next to a very nice woman and the only baby on the plane who isn’t crying. He offers the woman to hold her child so she can get some sleep even, and he carefully cradles the baby for about and hour before the mother wakes up, and thanks him for his kindness.

His pointer finger has been gummed to death, and smells like baby spit, but it’s nothing some soap and water can’t fix. After that it’s a blur of not being able to sleep, bout 3 different foreign films ,and two in flight meals.