"Not down my front, just on my hand. Which is actually worse, considering how many layers I'm wearing." Adam said, He just kept frowning at John, though. He just shook his head. "I was drunk. And I was high, John. I was - I had problems, you know? When the war started and they brought me back from - I just wasn't." He would have made a helpless gesture, but his hands were full. He didn't have the words to explain what he was going through at the time. He'd gotten so used to the way he'd been living his life, in a foreign country with people he may not have loved but definitely cared about, and he'd been uprooted and thrown back into the bureaucracy of working for the government... it had just call gone wrong.
Adam shook his head again. This didn't make any sense. Why was John telling him this? "I meant what I said, John. When I said that I loved her. I loved her as much as any stupid seventeen year old boy can love a girl. What I did was a mistake, and I knew it. And I regretted it. But what... what you did to me, John..." Adam was thrown. He'd thought things were okay, that he'd gotten his chance to make it up with Michelle for what he'd done, and now John was telling him that it wasn't real? "Why does it matter so much to you who I cheated on her with, John? Why does that make a difference?"
"I don't know if everything will be all right," Adam said. "I might be a werewolf next weekend, and that is going to ruin so much that I've built - I don't know how to raise my son and be a werewolf at the same time, you know? So we'll see." He took a deep breath. "I don't want to forgive you for lying to me like that. For pretending to be her."