"You said you preferred your coffee to be able to wake the dead," Adam shrugged and took a sip of his own coffee. It was a small sip. He had tried the coffee earlier and while it possibly held the ability to bring back the dead, it also seemed inclined to give the living a heart-attack. Evidently Adam had mastered his first weapon.
"I wrote to...with Isobel." Adam replied, recalling their conversation. After making sure that he was not to be eaten or otherwise be used as a chewing toy, it had proved to be quite interesting. However, as he listened to Alaric his face fell. Losing someone you love was bad enough but being left in the dark by that someone? He couldn't even imagine what that must have felt like.
"I'm sorry," Adam finally said, feeling acutely that it was neither enough nor the right thing to say. "In my case factual evidence of the supernatural found me." Which would be one way of putting it. Adam scoffed at the reminiscence. "I could have done without it. I could have lived happily ever after in blissful ignorance." He tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice but wasn't entirely sure whether or not he succeeded. There were times when Adam wondered how Sam and Dean dealt with the kind of life they lived.