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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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[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.

[last_adam]

"Wouldn't want you arguing with him. 'specially if I'm going to kiss you again."

[called_lioness]

"Oh." Her smile widens just a little. "Are you going to?"

[last_adam]

Instead of answering her, Adam leans forward. He breaths in her smell, and closes his eyes. Moving towards her lips, he raises his arm to put it on hers, and-

"Oh, god."

He's painting in pain and pulls his arm back to his chest, sliding down the bed.

[called_lioness]

Worriedly, "Oh, Adam..." She helps him to stretch out a bit, pulling the blanket up over him after a moment.

[last_adam]

Adam's breathing is shallow, and his hand flexes, closing tighter and tighter.

He lets Lucy arrange him, trying not to let the pain show too much, and closes his eyes with his head on her shoulder.

"m'sorry."

[called_lioness]

She blinks at him, kissing the top of his hair briefly. "Why?"

[last_adam]

"Everything. I shouldn't have-"

He falls silent, but is still awake.

[called_lioness]

Lucy sighs slightly, adjusting the blanket over him before curling up next to him. She just looks at him for a moment before speaking. "You can tell me if you want to. But you don't have to. I'll be here either way."