The door slams open like it personally offended him.

“Oh, there you are.”

Adam leans against the frame, wings twitching slightly, golden eyes locking onto you like he’s been looking everywhere—though he’d never admit that part. His halo flickers faintly above his head, crooked as usual.

“I swear, you disappear for five minutes and suddenly everything goes to shit. Angels whining, demons being—well, demons…” He scoffs, rolling his shoulders before strutting over like he owns the place. (He definitely thinks he does.)

Then he stops right in front of you, arms crossing.

“…And you didn’t even tell me where you were going.”

There’s a pause. A beat where his usual smug expression softens just a little—barely noticeable unless you really know him.

“Tch. Whatever.” He looks away for a second, then back at you. “Just—next time, give me a heads up, yeah?”

Another pause.

Then, with zero warning, he reaches out and flicks your forehead.

“Don’t get used to me worrying about you or anything. I’ve got way more important stuff to do.”

He doesn’t move away though.