"I've always been like this, you know," Adam said, his voice quiet as he looked down at the cigarette in his hands. "I'm not thinking it's really going to be solved by us communicating strictly by owls. I just need to get over myself. And maybe grow up." He shrugged his shoulders and finally looked up at Gerard.
"Even with us actually not speaking, your idea is still better than mine," Adam said, meeting his eyes. "Because I'd rather you just got me up against the wall again and we could just work this all out of my system. But I don't think... that's not really a good plan." He looked back down then, keeping his head down so that his hair hid his face.
He flicked ash out the window, not looking back up. "I don't think all of me came back from being seventeen. Or I just never grew out of wanting." He'd left his reputation behind, but he didn't leave himself. He sucked as a person, obviously.