[ it'd be funny, sort of, if adam knew it took a supernatural event to showcase his worth. his entire life he's worked hard at showing he's worthy of... something. anything. so far it hasn't worked out all that well for him; all it's earned is fights, bruises, the loss of hearing in one ear, and a crippling sense of unworthiness.
sometimes he thinks it's getting better. that maybe this connection to cabeswater is what he needed to feel better, more secure in his standing in the world. but then other times he sees the extraordinary moving around him, like he's watching from behind a hazy glass, and that he'll never catch up.
adam's yet to let himself think that it's okay if he doesn't catch up, but goes at his own speed.
he shifts slightly in the seat, head tipping to press against the window enough so he can see glimpses of the sky between the swiftly passing streetlamps. there's a shake of his head, but he realizes a moment after he does it that ronan likely isn't looking (or maybe he was, is), and can't hear a non-verbal response. ]
No. [ where else could they go? the later it gets, the less is open in this small town. the gas station, maybe. the diner. both clear hot spot destinations... but adam's tired of smelling cars and doesn't want to deal with the bright lights and jangling country muzak piped through the speakers. so, the barns it is. ] That's fine.
[ maybe they should keep driving. just keep going and never look back. he doesn't say that, though he does think it. and maybe that speaks louder than anything he's ever said. ]
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sometimes he thinks it's getting better. that maybe this connection to cabeswater is what he needed to feel better, more secure in his standing in the world. but then other times he sees the extraordinary moving around him, like he's watching from behind a hazy glass, and that he'll never catch up.
adam's yet to let himself think that it's okay if he doesn't catch up, but goes at his own speed.
he shifts slightly in the seat, head tipping to press against the window enough so he can see glimpses of the sky between the swiftly passing streetlamps. there's a shake of his head, but he realizes a moment after he does it that ronan likely isn't looking (or maybe he was, is), and can't hear a non-verbal response. ]
No. [ where else could they go? the later it gets, the less is open in this small town. the gas station, maybe. the diner. both clear hot spot destinations... but adam's tired of smelling cars and doesn't want to deal with the bright lights and jangling country muzak piped through the speakers. so, the barns it is. ] That's fine.
[ maybe they should keep driving. just keep going and never look back. he doesn't say that, though he does think it. and maybe that speaks louder than anything he's ever said. ]