So cradle your head in your hands and breathe [Post-trial Week 9]

[chiseler]

[He hated it. He hated the idea of making Adam wait, hated the idea of not being able to go back to his own room and just stop everything, but he was approached before he could even leave the trial room and had to figure out a way to slip past Adam for a little while. He'd at least had the foresight to let Adam into his room and promised he'd be quick, he had to just decompress for a bit, did his best not to feel bad he skirted the truth and failed anyway.

It's about an hour and a half after the trial when he comes back, unlocking the door and slowly lumbering his way up the ladder to his room. It's become something comfortable knowing that someone was waiting for him. On the other hand, he's a little worried anyway.]

...you still awake? [It's still pretty damn early, he'd be surprised if Adam was asleep.]

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[chiseler]

[Sorry your friend has a hard time accepting very personal things and is, in fact, sometimes a jackass. It's fine though, he thinks. He can give Adam an amused little grin to try and buffer against the overwhelming impact of the conversation he wasn't even sure he was supposed to have in the first place.

That's what this is, really. Overwhelming. Adam's made things better. Adam gets it. Luke's fate can be fixed now that he's lived through his first life. Things aren't entirely hopeless. And he recognizes that similar deflection and he rolls his eyes.]

I'm not that tired. [Which is all said even as his eyes are closing on their own.] And I'm the one who kept us up, don't worry about it. Thanks for...yeah. [Apparently whatever spell had been going on here broke because now they're back to being a little uncertain and normal. That suits him fine.] Just turn out the lights whenever you go to bed.