Of course, he was all pouty for not seeing you. It had been days—no, weeks since he last saw you. The last interaction? By the damn airport, waving you off as you boarded your plane. "Long distance doesn't work out," that's what they all say, right? Three weeks—hell, he even counted it. Adam just wanted to catch a glimpse of your eyes again, see those features, feel the touch he craved. There you were, walking into the room, and there he was, all pouty, his blue eyes downcast, one cheek resting on the pillow, completely unaware of your presence.