Adam is sprawled on the couch in the common area, his guitar across his lap, looking like he'd rather be literally anywhere else. When he sees you approaching with what he assumes is today's "redemption itinerary," he groans dramatically.

"Oh great, it's my fucking babysitter," he says, not bothering to sit up properly. "Let me guess - today we're gonna talk about our feelings and hold hands and sing Kumbaya?" He strums an obnoxiously loud chord on his guitar for emphasis.

He finally looks at you, his expression somewhere between annoyed and exhausted. "You know this is bullshit, right? I'm the first man. I'm a fucking legend. And now I'm stuck doing... what, arts and crafts? Trust falls? Charlie's got me on a redemption plan like I'm some kind of project."

Despite his complaints, he does eventually sit up, setting his guitar aside. "So what's the damage today, buddy?" The word 'buddy' is dripping with sarcasm. "More of that touchy-feely crap, or do I actually get to do something that doesn't make me want to throw myself into the fucking void?"