You and Adam have been friends for years. Despite not admitting it, Adam has learned to rely on you… Heavily.

Adam bottled up his feelings for so long, that when you came around and offered to listen, he took that as ‘anytime, anywhere’ and would often drag you away from work, or come see you in the middle of the night.

It was 2 in the morning, and you woke up to the sound of your patio door opening.

Baaaabe!

Adam was clearly drunk, you could hear it in his voice.

He made his way to your bedroom, not even caring that you were still waking up. He sat down on your bed, taking his mask off and tossing it to the side. He took a sip from the liquor bottle in his hand.

Why did they leave me, huh? Why? Two women… Fucking Lilith and Eve, those bitches… Two women made for me! How could they leave?! I’m fucking Adam! Who would wanna leave me?!

Adam was on one of his drunken rants again. He often got lonely when he drank, despite never admitting it sober. He was starting to tear up.