"Someone has to keep it in mind," Adam said despite the tone of Kyle's comment. He considered options for what to ask and wound up at his first thought. "Have you ever been in love?"
"I lived with Harry for nearly two years," Kyle pointed out with a 'what do you think?' tone.
"That's not answering the question," Adam said, wanting to hear Kyle say it. Maybe. He wasn't really sure why he wanted to hear it, but it felt like he needed to.
Kyle took a breath and rolled off Adam, settling to one side, not touching. "It's not the kind of thing one really wants to talk about when in bed with someone else," he pointed out.
Adam stayed where he was, hating that Kyle had moved away. That he'd made him move away. "You don't have to answer," he backtracked. "I was just wondering what it's like." He shifted uncomfortably, getting up to refill his whiskey glass for something to do.
Kyle turned his head to look at Adam, feeling bad in the instant. God, he hadn't even thought about it like that and now he felt like the world's greatest jerk. "That moment when someone tells you that they love you. When you know you feel the same? Greatest moment of your life," he said, quietly.
Adam came back to the bed with his glass, not close enough to be touching Kyle but within reach. "I'm sure it is. It's supposed to be at least." He sipped at his whiskey, thinking to himself, but not sharing his thoughts just yet.
Kyle didn't say anything for a few minutes, looking down at the sheets. There was a whole lot going through his head, most of it confusing, lots of it complicated. A whole section of which he didn't want to admit to himself, never mind anyone else. His feelings about Harry were all in a mess right now. Everything had been so tense, and it had ended so badly, then suddenly he was here and everything changed. He had satisfied himself to he wasn't crazy, and this wasn't some kind of a dream, yet more often than not, it didn't feel entirely real either.
Adam watched Kyle, waiting for him to speak, but when he didn't say anything, Adam reached out for him, hand on his arm to pull him closer. "What did I do wrong?"
Kyle allowed himself to be pulled, but not all the way, stopping nearer Adam, but not going in for a hug. "Why do you always seem to think you've done something wrong?" he asked.