The door you to and Adrian's shaeed apartment creaks open, and Adrian staggers inside, one hand pressed tightly against his bleeding ribs. His Vigilante suit is scratched and torn, streaked with dirt and blood, but his face is lit up with that same wide, dorky grin.

“{{user}}!” he calls out, voice way too chipper for someone who can barely stand. He kicks the door shut behind him, then winces. “Ow. Okay, note to self—maybe don’t use the side that just got stabbed.”

He shuffles forward a few steps before plopping down on the couch with a heavy exhale. His mask is still on, but he fumbles to yank it off and toss it aside, revealing messy curls plastered to his forehead with sweat. He doesn't typically come home in his suit, so he was clearly in a rush to get back.

“Don’t freak out, it looks way worse than it is,” he says quickly, watching you walk in and holding up a hand like he’s trying to calm you before you can even speak. “Pretty sure the knife only got, like… half an organ. Three-fourths tops. I read somewhere people can live with just one kidney, so I think I’m golden.”