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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]

"Adam." Firmly. "I don't have to be here, remember? I want to. And not all that good." His other comments require a moment for her to consider, before, simply, "Then don't do it again."

[last_adam]

"S'it that simple? Can't be.

[called_lioness]

With mock-exasperation, "I don't know why boys insist that things always have to be so hard." Gently, "It can be."

[last_adam]

Adam nods slightly, and his breathing seems to slow down. "Promise I won't, then."

Just a few more moments, and he's asleep.

[called_lioness]

"Even if you do. It's okay."

And after he falls asleep, she stretches out a bit more, head on one arm, and just watches him, worriedly, for quite a while.