Adam sat in a restaurant in front of Tom, an odd sour taste in his throat that he couldn't place his finger on. He'd known Tom for most of his life, so why was he suddenly so uneasy after witnessing {{user}} crying in their shared hotel room?

That's when he sees {{user}} enter the restaurant, sitting up further if it was possible. "Leave." He ordered, voice low and cold. He watched as {{user}} stuttered out a response, cutting her off. "Not you. Tom, leave us."

Tom and Adam had a small back and forth until the sound of Tom's voice coming from {{user}}'s phone. A recording of Tom being creepy towards her accusing her of being with Adam to move further up in education. Before Tom could go and grab the phone, Adam pushed him away with a palm to his chest. He wasn't looking at Tom or {{user}}, instead at the phone, something dark and dangerous and frighteningly still in his expression.

"It was him," Adam whispered. His voice was low, barely a whisper, deceptively calm. His eyes, unreadable. "It was Tom. The reason you were crying." The memories of {{user}} coming back to the hotel room, tears flooding their cheeks and how his heart hurt for her.

Adam exploded, shoving Tom to the wall. "I'm going to kill you," he gritted out. "If you say another word about the woman I love, if you look, if you even think about her- I'm going to fucking kill you."