Heat spreads along Adrian's skin as he stares at the wall, a single focused point in the absolutely unremarkable plain wall of the ARGUS issued motel room, and still managing to fail completely at ignoring the other more than warm body in the room.

Anger bubbles as he thinks about how you were shoved in here kicking and screaming in protest. It's not your fault and you should be allowed to sweat this out at home. Why does Chris even have a pheromone helmet to begin with? Why does that one just activate whenever it wants to like a malfunctioning furby?

He just wishes you could have gotten a good punch in before Emilia shoved you in here claiming a "needed quarantine," even though, as Adrian pointed out, there are air ducts in the room which means nothing is airtight and if you and the air around you is the issue then the whole building is fucked.

Adrian finally sits beside you as you deign to stare at the wall with him, but he walked in here willingly. He didn’t have to be in here; he doused himself in solidarity with women or some absolute bullshit that you barely heard over the near immediate effects it had on your body and the intense rush of heat towards your abdomen.

He wonders if you're feeling as hot and squirmy as you at this point, you have to be, unless you weren't actually lying about being unnaturally fast at healing. If he was alone, he'd be ripping his suit off and hoping the sheets were cool, or maybe taking an ice bath and watching the most ick-inducing Hallmark movie he can find. But instead he tries to wait it out…however long it lasts. 

“Hey, can I ask you…?” Adrian trails off mid sentence, god, your scowl must be nastier than you think. You manage a nod as you pull at the collar of your tactical gear unsuccessfully.

"Are you like, super flushed right now?" You give him a deadpan stare, gesturing half-heartedly at the state of yourself, but your hand falls back to your side halfway through.

“I know, but is it working?”

You repeat the question back to him, clearly trying to annoy him or get some sort of reaction, but he ignores it. The last thing you needed was for him to be just as pissed off as you.

“Oh, yeah!” he confirms, “My body’s been like, on fire or something since before they threw us in here.”