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[last_adam]

Adam lays in the bed at Crowley's flat, bruised and battered. The girl- Lucy, it was Lucy who'd helped him here. Lucy had tried her drink again, and it hadn't just tasted bad this time, it had burned. Burned all the way down, and Adam choked and begged her to bring him here.

He knows he's alive- most of the time, anyway. But it hurts to breathe, and it hurts to move, and it hurts to be. But he is.

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[last_adam]

Adam laughs, and when he does, there are tears coming from his eyes.

"Beautiful Queen Lucy knocks Dashing King Edmund into the river. How noble."

[called_lioness]

She smiles slightly. "Well, Susan was really the beautiful one. Which isn't to say that I wasn't pretty or anything, mind, but she had...an air, I suppose, to her. Much more elegant and such than I was. And I was all of thirteen at the time, mind." And then her smile turned into a grin. "And he looked hilarious when I did, anyway."

[last_adam]

"You are."

[called_lioness]

She looks down for a moment, blushing slightly, before, quietly, "Thank you." Then, "But it was fun, yes. Most time in Narnia was, really. Not that a lot of it wasn't hard work, too. And not that all of it was fun. Some of it was rather horrible. But overall...it was lovely."

[last_adam]

He smiles at her, and when he speaks, his voice is a little stronger.

"Sounds nice."

[called_lioness]

"It was. I missed it when we came back. Mostly the people, really. The friends we had. But I wouldn't have made any of the others I have since then, if we hadn't left, so I suppose it worked out well for me." She eyes him. "Do you want more water?"

[last_adam]

He nods, and tries to prop himself up before taking the water again. It hurts to move, but he feels like an invalid laying on his back.

After he's done with the water, he's almost able to speak in a clear voice, although it's still quite quiet.

"Too nice to me."

[called_lioness]

"Not really." She sets the water aside again and pulls her knees up slightly, resting the side of her head on them as she looks at him. "Just nice enough, maybe."

[last_adam]

Adam sighs, leaning his head back against the wall, and letting it slide a bit to the side, so that it's lightly propped against Lucy's shoulder.

"M'I nice to you?"

[called_lioness]

She smiles just a bit and carefully and lightly puts an arm around him. "Yes. You are."

[last_adam]

He nods, tiredly.

"Need to be."

There's a pause, and his breathing evens out. He hasn't fallen asleep, though.

"Talked to your brother today. Before... before. He did his drawing."

[called_lioness]

"That's right. It's Thursday. I'd forgotten." Her fingers carefully brush at one section of his hair. "Was it a nice talk?"

[last_adam]

"The pictures came out nice. He's talented."

The feeling of her fingers running through his hair is soothing, he leans into her shoulder a little more.

"He told me that you talked to him about me."

[called_lioness]

"He is," she agrees, then pauses for a moment.

I'm going to kill him.

"Yes," she agrees, "I did."

[last_adam]

"He wouldn't tell me what you said, though."

[called_lioness]

She smiles slightly. "Good. I needn't yell too much at him then."

[last_adam]

Adam chuckles, his arms moving slightly against Lucy with each painful inhalation*

"What did you tell him?"

[called_lioness]

She thinks. "Mostly? That I liked you a great deal."

[last_adam]

He nods.

"Did you tell him that I- that we-"

[called_lioness]

"Yes." Rather simply. "I didn't want him to find out somehow not from me. That--that mightn't've been very good."

[last_adam]

"No, I guess not. Was he upset?"

[called_lioness]

Lucy shakes her head. "No. I didn't think he would be, though I wasn't certain. But he wasn't."

[last_adam]

"That's good, I think."

[called_lioness]

"I think so too. It saves me arguing with him, at least." Lightly, with a smile.