[ He can hear the water running--by now it's clear she's taken him up on his offer. It's not exactly the first time she's here or using his bathroom, so he doesn't feel as self-conscious about it. Besides, she's seen him at his worst and almost naked, so there's really very little he can be ashamed of anymore at this point.
And that's kind of nice. It doesn't usually end well when he tries to be something he isn't. Be like James, for example--he'd probably just walk into the bathroom now and try to fuck her. Adam, meanwhile, is struggling even taking so much as a look--despite the fact that he wouldn't even see anything new (her suit really had left nothing to the imagination, like a second layer of skin).
So, he's simply concentrating on what he's doing, even though that's another thing he's not very good at--but he won't be trying to cook a multi course dinner anytime soon anyway, which might or might not end up impressing someone.
He leans against a kitchen counter, waiting for the pasta to cook, mulling things over and inspecting one of his own hands for what feels like the umpteenth time. He harbors disgust but also a certain kind of fascination for it. Some people even find these attractive and instriguing. He wonders what Samus thinks.
... Feels good to have someone around, anyway. He had always started to feel lonely quickly when Megan's projects had kept her away from home for extended periods of time, and he would be there in an empty place, alone, after a rough day at work, with no one to talk to except the equally abandoned dog--sitting with Kubrick in front of the TV, waiting and falling asleep.
But of course, he was always patient and waited. He'd already waited for years before--what were a few more weeks or months.
By the time Samus is done, so will be the pasta and Adam is preparing some sort of... tomato sauce. Of course he's got no real tomatoes around so he's improvising by using a can of tomato soup because tomatoes are tomatoes, right.
He'd be using the shower after they were done eating--he probably still reeks of booze. ]
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And that's kind of nice. It doesn't usually end well when he tries to be something he isn't. Be like James, for example--he'd probably just walk into the bathroom now and try to fuck her. Adam, meanwhile, is struggling even taking so much as a look--despite the fact that he wouldn't even see anything new (her suit really had left nothing to the imagination, like a second layer of skin).
So, he's simply concentrating on what he's doing, even though that's another thing he's not very good at--but he won't be trying to cook a multi course dinner anytime soon anyway, which might or might not end up impressing someone.
He leans against a kitchen counter, waiting for the pasta to cook, mulling things over and inspecting one of his own hands for what feels like the umpteenth time. He harbors disgust but also a certain kind of fascination for it. Some people even find these attractive and instriguing. He wonders what Samus thinks.
... Feels good to have someone around, anyway. He had always started to feel lonely quickly when Megan's projects had kept her away from home for extended periods of time, and he would be there in an empty place, alone, after a rough day at work, with no one to talk to except the equally abandoned dog--sitting with Kubrick in front of the TV, waiting and falling asleep.
But of course, he was always patient and waited. He'd already waited for years before--what were a few more weeks or months.
By the time Samus is done, so will be the pasta and Adam is preparing some sort of... tomato sauce. Of course he's got no real tomatoes around so he's improvising by using a can of tomato soup because tomatoes are tomatoes, right.
He'd be using the shower after they were done eating--he probably still reeks of booze. ]