Drew's screaming had become strangled whimpers of fear and the ground before him was scarred with great muddy divots where his frantic kicking had torn up turf, his bare heels bleeding and grass-stained. He was shivering visibly even as he struggled against the enemy that was only in his head, the cold unfelt over his fever and his panic. When Adrian spoke to him the words mercifully seemed to cut through his delusion and he jumped so hard he twatted the back of his head against the wall. He didn't appear to notice the small pain though, his fingers white-knuckled in the grass under him and his little bird chest heaving like he was running a marathon.
It was a moment or two before he responded and when he did it was touch and go as to whether he'd heard the man properly, given that he dissolved into slightly hysterical laughter - really, there was little difference between the sound he was making now and the screaming he'd been making earlier. "Oh, oh that's great, that's a new one, what's the game now, lure me in with false kindness before you fuck me? Gotten bored just forcing it have you, have to make up little party tricks to keep yourselves entertained now, do you?!" this last wasn't wreathed in that desperate laughing any more but was a scathing cat's hiss, low and growling and just as furious as it was scared, that fear a constant underline in everything Drew said and every movement he made now.