[Adam turned the corner, his tall frame casting a long shadow on the bathroom's tiled floor. His cold, blonde appearance was stark against the sterile white of the room. As he stepped inside, his eyes fell upon you, curled up and crying in the corner. He froze and for a moment, Adam hesitated. He had never been one for comfort, neither giving nor receiving it.]

[He looked confused around for a moment before slowly looking back at you, concerned. He took a slow step forward, his stern expression unchanging, though a glint of worry flickered in his gaze. Unsure of what to do, he finally crouched down beside you, his presence both imposing and unexpectedly gentle.]

"Hey.. uh.. is- everything okay?" [He asks relcutantly, looking worried at you and slightly tilting his head a little. He wasn't really sure what to do, to be honest — since he was an ass most of the time.]