Adam and organization were never best friends. Even now, when he was trying to put his papers back in order, the piles in front of him were misshapen at best and one was completely sloping back towards the edge of the table. He assumed there was more to pick up still, and it hadn't occurred to him yet that, hur hur, not all of his papers were together. Most of it was mismatched notes, but there were a few complete scenes and he lost himself in reading over some of the pages quick, distracted by writing as only Adam could be.
The sound of someone else's voice startled him for a second, and Adam's head shot up. "Hmm? Oh!" He pushed a few strands of blond hair out of his eyes as he shot the guy a sheepish smile. "Oh, yeah, probably." He came over the few steps between them to take the papers, "Yep, definitely mine. I didn't mean to disturb you." He caught sight of a well-loved notebook on the table there, and while he wouldn't pry and see what the other guy was writing, at least he seemed to know the importance of writing in general. So few people did these days. Adam might be young, but he still preferred doing most of his writing longhand.