That was just it though. It all happened in a day, as well thought out as it seemed. His powers had been gone for several, but the catastrophe that did it, one day. Powers or not he was still intelligent enough to come up with all of that in such a short amount of time in hasty snowball of angst and impulse. Taj was damn good, even when working on very bad decisions.
As they got into their oh so familiar positions Taj began one of his more clingy grips on his brother. One that surely could have sent the message of fear of loss, fear of rejection, fear of not really being wanted, if anyone was paying attention at all. Adrian was actually there, in the realm of inbetween, far beyond mortal eyes, just watching, observing. From his standpoint and with that photo in his wallet, he kept vigilant on the scene, never making himself known, as demons often do. He wouldn't interfere, but suicide risks were one of his specialties after all. That alone would have Adrian following, but this was his Andy. At least, that's how he thought of him anymore. He had many people in his life that filled different needs, but never did any one thing make him feel like a whole person. Everything was about bidding his immortal time, trying to keep passing the tick tocks of the clock that would never end. And no matter what he was doing elsewhere, Andy gave him something no one else did, something far more complete. Something he never planned on telling anyone. This was his, and his alone. He didn't feel jealousy over any feelings here. That wasn't really how his mind worked. He just watched Andy, with curiosity and concern. If something did happen, he intended to be there to meet him on the other side.
But, Taj clung tight and nuzzled into his neck. Something about the moment started to build in him and breathing started to change and it was not of one falling asleep. He was crying, softly, and not bellowing out, but just resignation and letting out the weight of the world he was carrying on his shoulders.