Another obnoxious sound snorted through his nostrils as he watched Meredith climb up onto Elizabeth's bed. A more amused look painted across his face when a sound left Vanessa's lips.
"Hey, hey, there's not secret talk in here," Adrian had noticed Vanessa paying particular attention to Meredith. He wasn't a mind reader, but recognized the intense expression on Vanessa's face as she telepathically spoke to only Meredith at the moment.
Adrian settled himself next to Preston. Their shoulder rubbing together, and paid no mind to how close they were because Adrian didn't particularly worry about personal space. His glance slowly drifted back over to Death who had been in the middle of sliding yet another card above his bed.
"Food, good idea, my man," he yelled out at Chase. His tones were probably more excited then they should have been, but it wasn't like he had the mind to check his tone.
"What kind of game you want to play, babe." His glance drifted over to Meredith, that same dopey grin spread across his face. "I kind of like how your hair is doing a thing."