Adam smiled at the other man's comment, but had little else to say; he was pleased to find Joaquin seemed more grounded than most artists, as Adam himself had noticed the self aggrandizing nature of many creative types. But that ugly feature, he knew, could rear its ugly head in a multitude of personalities: His first thought was James Nash, as physical and brutish as he was pretentious. His brow furrowed as he wondered what had caused his old friend (nemesis?) to cross his mind, but with no small amount of force he put the memory behind him.
"Yeah, definitely." Adam reached behind him, pulling out a narrow drawer set inside the end table. Inside lay pen and paper, rarely used but always close at hand. Quickly he scrawled his full name and mobile number on a wrinkled bit of paper, tearing it from the stack. He tossed the pad and pen back into the drawer, handing the single sheet over to his newly made friend. "I'm on days for a while now. Text me or message me on the forum if you feel like going out. I might be out with Alex-" Here he paused, a soft and somehow distant smile crossing his lips. "But it wouldn't hurt for her to meet a few new people too."