"I ran into her on the way out of the hall - literally. And she got me before I even realized what had happened. Then she put me in a chair and made me talk to John and it was fucking tragic." He sighed and leaned against the table, then looked up at Mikey.
"Anyway, so John and I are not friends by any stretch, I suppose. There's history. It's all very dramatic." Adam picked up his quill and tapped it against the bottle. "Do you think it's silly? To be concerned about that? I don't want him to kill me in the night."