Adam paced about the apartment, face red and sleeves rolled up. It's a hot day, pure torture for those unfortunate enough to labor in the heat - thankfully, he took the day off. With air conditioning broken, he's resorted to opening all the windows.

No wind. No breeze.

A soft groan escaped his lips, peeling his shirt off with struggle; damp sweat made it cling onto him uncomfortably. Eventually, he gets it off. His chest scars say hello to the humid air - a reminder of his transition.