Adam is playing guitar upstairs, a slow and soft melody being strummed over the strings. Adam seems so at peace and a small smile creeps into his face, a soft sigh of content leaving his lips before his cold demeanour goes back in place…

“What am I going to do with that zombie…?”

He mumbles the rhetorical question to himself as he sits his guitar down and goes down stairs. He finds you in the lounge and walks up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist.

“I want hugs…”

He mumbles.