"Ah, gotcha," she replied, smile returning as quickly as the confused frown had arrived only for an eyebrow to raise at the comment that followed. "What flavour stupid we talkin' 'bout here Adam? Am I gonna have to risk pullin' stitches to slap ya up the backside of your head?"
Adam made a face. "The flavor where I made a move he didn't want because the first thought I had was to kiss him." Which was weird considering Adam hadn't kissed a guy before, but that had been his thought at the time.
Making good on her threat, Meg reached up and with only a slight wince on her part, gently swatted the back of Adam's head. "Bad thinkin' there buddy, tho' points for not actually doin' it."
Adam jumped when she smacked him, giving her a look. "I can't help what I thought! I didn't do anything. I didn't even hug him because he's covered in paint." He rubbed the back of his head even if it hadn't hurt much.
Meg gave him an unimpressed look right back. "Don't be such a baby, I barely touched ya," she said, nudging him again. "And thoughts lead to things, discourage the thinkin', the doin' don't happen right?"
Adam frowned. "But I like the thoughts. Liking him...makes me feel normal. Like everything isn't broken inside."
"If ya like havin' 'em then why act like they're a bad thing?" she posed, tugging down her mask to look at him properly. "You like Kyle and he knows it, just 'cause you've decided not to act on 'em, won't make the thoughts go away. It don't mean they're bad to have tho’." She realised she was a little all over the place with her reasoning but in defence, so was Adam and he wasn't on pain killers.
Adam gave her a look for bouncing around then sighed. "Because I know he doesn't want the same thing. I know he could, but he doesn't want to ruin our friendship and I know if he knew what I was thinking sometimes he'd be mad at me. Or at least frustrated. So I feel bad for my thoughts and sometimes I wish I didn't have them."
“You can’t get mad at someone for what they’re thinkin’,” Meg pointed out. “It’s not somethin’ that you can control most of the time is it? So long as you don’t go sayin’ the stuff you’re thinkin’ or actin’ on it, you should be fine.”
Adam's eyes cut to the angel in the crowd, not even hesitating in thinking of Kyle as his costume. "I guess so. It's just hard to keep inside sometimes." But he was trying, really hard.
Perhaps it was because she was feeling a little touch starved but Meg still had an urge to hug him then but settled for shifting her whole body over a little so her side was pressed up against his. “You’re good people Adam,” she told him. “Give ya self a little credit.”
Adam half laughed and nodded. "I've been hearing that lately." And maybe part of him was starting to believe it.
“Well good, glad to hear not everyone round here’s an idiot.” She smiled at him and tugged her mask back up. “Now, you wanna continue your good guy track record and show a girl about a bit? You can catch me if look like I’m gonna swoon.”
Adam looked at her sharply, but there was still the hint of a smile in his eyes. "Only if you promise to take it easy tomorrow and get better."
Meg gave him a look. “I’m not sick Adam, I got stabbed. But sure, if it makes you feel better bout it, I promise I’ll stay in bed all day tomorrow, kay?”
"There is still a getting better involved with you being hurt," Adam insisted before getting up and holding a hand out to her.
She didn’t argue the point any further, instead carefully leaning forward to hook her shoes over the fingers of one hand before placing the other in Adam’s waiting palm and letting him pull her up to standing. “Just a couple of circuits then you’re off the hook,” she promised, offering him another smile as they moved off.