[ Adam stands by the bed as Luke rolls onto it, staring back at him curiously. He thinks he's ready to sleep soon despite it still being early in the night. If he were hurt like that, he'd take it as an excuse to sleep all day. Somehow Luke can't appreciate resting.

When a question comes, Adam breathes out something he had been holding and sits on the edge of the bed. This seems like Something. He glances at the chair that he could easily sit in and thinks about why he isn't. Then he considers the question. ]

Because you were angry. At your dad and the other gods. You weren't treated right and you were almost always on your own. [ He's sure that's a simplification but he's not going to go too deep into this when he's unsure if Luke really wants that. ]