He hadn't even realized he had been worried until Adam confirmed that he was doing alright himself. Relief eased his body and he slumped down in his bunk.)
i did.
(Another moment of consideration and this was why Max enjoyed speaking with Adam.)
how is your car? some cars are having some trouble with mechanics and the like.
[Sorry, Max. Adam is having an awful week in his car, and while he absolutely doesn't think Max deserves to hear about it - or wants to - he can't quite contain his temper enough to keep from sending that. He's a little ashamed of himself for it, though. He doesn't usually share things like that. Time for some damage control.]
Ours is fine. Things are breaking, one of the power sockets shocked me, but no one's been seriously injured yet. Is yours all right?
(It is a bit of a surprise and at once, Max is on guard. Was someone hurting Adam? He'd fucking scale the side of the train he swore to God he's done that kind of thing before he could do it again the train wasn't even going that fast-
Except his defensiveness is muted a second later when Adam carries on.)
[That almost makes Adam laugh. It would've been the first time in awhile. It does make him smile, a there-and-gone-again twist of his lips, and he responds in the only truthful way.]
What a coincidence. Mine is too.
[Not that Adam's not one of those assholes. He's done his share of starting fights. It's nice, actually, to talk to someone who's outside of all of it, has no idea it's going on at all, has no reason to snap at Adam or ask him about tender subjects.
He does hope Max's car-mates are on the same level of asshole, though, and not actual threats to Max's safety or sanity. That would be nothing to smile about.]
(A similar quirk to the lips is to be had on Max's side of the phone. Talking to Adam was incredibly refreshing on its own accord.
He knows, for the most part, that Adam does have his friends with him but really, Max isn't the prying type and if Adam wanted to tell him, Max is pretty sure he'd tell him. The next question does have Max snorting out loud though.)
yeah. i'm safe.
(Which was a strange question in that Max wasn't too used to people worrying much about his well-being.)
[Adam always plays his cards close to the chest, and he doesn't know Max well enough yet to start complaining about his friends. Who he loves very deeply, but who are also more capable of hurting him than anyone else. It's all teenage drama, Max, you so don't want to get involved.
Just having a pleasant conversation about something totally unrelated is helping Adam.]
Oh, good. Keep that up, please. It would be nice if you came out of this whole ordeal mostly uninjured. You have promised me lessons, after all.
(Yeah he likes Adam but he really doesn't care about teenage drama. He is more than capable of distracting Adam though.)
I can't make any promises about that but I'll see what I can do. I wouldn't worry about it I'm pretty durable. If I do get injured though at least we can start our lessons there.
[Since Adam is actually very difficult to make happy, Max = smart is proven.
Also, he isn't really sure how to respond to that. Adam is aware that his friends have his back if he needs it, but they'd never say that. Ronan would definitely punch someone for him, but that's Ronan. This is most certain not Ronan, and that makes him strange.]
I'm all right, I can take care of myself. But thank you.
[Adam cannot really take care of himself, but he also can't accept an offer like that, so a polite fiction is necessary.]
(Yeah see Max is starting to understand how you work, Adam. Starting to work through the little niches of your brain. He's not so sane himself. Half the time can't even remember where he was. But he can figure this much out.
So he selects his words carefully.)
i dont doubt that. youre smart. thing is i operate on one function adam and that's survive problem with that is when i like people and theyre around me they get under that umbrella with me if i survive you survive thats really all there is to it not being protective or saying youre incapable
what i am saying is that all i know how to do, all that im good at, is seeing another day
so if i can do that for you then let me cause otherwise i stay nothing
[And that right there - that's even harder to respond to. Adam stares at the message for a long moment. In the end, of course, he predictably decides to respond to the parts that aren't about liking him or complimenting him or wanting him to survive. He just doesn't know what to do with that, so it's easier to - not ignore it, that's impossible, but set it aside for now.]
It doesn't matter what you do for me. Or for anyone else, either. You aren't nothing. I don't know a lot about your life before you came here, but I don't need to. Just the fact that you said all that is enough to make it clear that you were never nothing.
[He's not like Gansey, he's not given to inspiring words, saying the right thing at the right time. For all he knows, this is exactly the wrong thing. It just needs to be said.]
(It was a lot more than Max would have ever said in person. But the phone, texting, it made him easier on the tongue. He didn't really get why but it was easier to just let stuff go. Especially when it came to these boys.
It was a lot to say and he doesn't actually expect a response- going as far as to put the phone aside and curl up on his bunk, as if planning to go to sleep.
Except Adam does respond and it makes something uncomfortable furl up in his gut. Not a bad uncomfortable. He doesn't know what to say to it, staring. He has no feeling of obligation to respond either and so- he doesn't.)
I didn't take it, and while I'd have to see it to be a hundred percent sure it's not mine, I think I can be pretty sure anyway. Also, I really don't want to see it.
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