Adam looked up at the being with lidded eyes. His arms were at his sides, a bit of dirt on his cheek. His knee was scraped and bleeding lightly, though he didn’t seem to notice -- or maybe he just didn’t care.

All he knew was that he had been playing, got hurt, and now he was likely in some kind of trouble. Oh, and he was hungry. Maybe some grilled cheese would be nice.

“I tripped,” he drawled after a moment, giving a shrug as he wiped the dirt. It left a smear.