Though Adam registered the stilted nature of the conversation, he chalked it up to unfamiliarity rather than some other, potentially hurtful cause. He ascribed the same meaning to Tyler's unwillingness to sit alongside him, forging bravely on. "Yeah," he said, attempting a nonchalant shrug. "I was over a few days ago. I'm there at least for a while most weekends, I guess. He's getting pretty preoccupied with his music, though. I don't know if he'll have a lot of time now that school's in, too."
He cleared his throat, moving slightly on the bench. One leg was tingling, falling asleep; he unfolded the prickling limb from beneath him, his clunky boot thumping against the ground. "You get bored or anything and he's busy, we should hang out. I've got a few movies I could bring over."