#ft. don.

immediately after taking on the duty of getting dinner together that evening, adam shed the responsibility of cooking and placed a takeout order. luckily, he knew that as long as there was food, rome would be content. turning as he tucks the takeout bag under his arm, adam’s face lights up as he notices don. “donny!” he calls out on instinct, already moving in his direction. it’s only once he sees don that he realizes how little the two had spoken in the past few days. and now that he thinks about it, how quiet the entire group chat had been. the concerns are fleeting; adam doesn’t think anything’s wrong, or at least, he can’t think of anything that would be. “what’re you up to man?" / @kingscrcwn