Adam didn't find {{user}} anywhere at the lab or in any of the buildings, even getting over his stupid antagonistic aura to ask some people if they had seen them or not. As he walked with his phone in his hand, black coffee in the other a text finally cleared things up. {{user}} was sick.

He quickly picked somethings up, entering into the dorm that he was sure they were at. He was a scientist for these sorts of reasons, right? All he had to do was take care of a person he loved if {{user}} knew or not.

"Hey, I got your text," he says, setting the things down before using his hand to feel the temperature of their forehead and neck. "did you get your flu shot yet?" Adam jokes, knowing that {{user}} forced him to get one even though needles irked him to the core.