He hadn't been able to say that much for himself before he'd found out the hard way. Adam looked down, finding it difficult to look at her for a moment, or at anything else besides the floor, for that matter. He believed in it, too. And he believed her when she said he looked as godawful as he felt; skin and bone didn't seem enough to hide the rest. The sensation of someone watching him made him glance up at her briefly, hands clenching on the chair arms. He couldn't tell if what he felt was relief, or fear, or gratitude, or anxiety--it all felt like pain, an ache he couldn't pinpoint--and he watched her retreating back, brow furrowed.
When she returned with the glass, Adam's gaze drifted to the water like he didn't know what to do with it, and in actuality, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd seen it up close and in person. The stories got Hell right in some respects--it was an inferno, not equipped with convenient bodies of water.
For the first second the water touched his lips he almost, almost reared back, and the first sip was a mess, but it went down easily over his parched throat. He'd never stopped to realize just how thirsty he was until that moment.
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He hadn't been able to say that much for himself before he'd found out the hard way. Adam looked down, finding it difficult to look at her for a moment, or at anything else besides the floor, for that matter. He believed in it, too. And he believed her when she said he looked as godawful as he felt; skin and bone didn't seem enough to hide the rest. The sensation of someone watching him made him glance up at her briefly, hands clenching on the chair arms. He couldn't tell if what he felt was relief, or fear, or gratitude, or anxiety--it all felt like pain, an ache he couldn't pinpoint--and he watched her retreating back, brow furrowed.
When she returned with the glass, Adam's gaze drifted to the water like he didn't know what to do with it, and in actuality, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd seen it up close and in person. The stories got Hell right in some respects--it was an inferno, not equipped with convenient bodies of water.
For the first second the water touched his lips he almost, almost reared back, and the first sip was a mess, but it went down easily over his parched throat. He'd never stopped to realize just how thirsty he was until that moment.