"Seeing as Ari is out probably getting something from the vending machine or whatever the fuck he's doing, of course it's unlocked," Adam sighed. "Yes. . . It's a lion. It's. . . Oh fuck it, you're too drunk to care," he groaned. "No I don't want a drink, I want to sleep and you being here drunk is not helping." Adam grumbled as he rubbed his face. He wanted to just sleep. His arm was sore and he was tired and he was getting that itching, angry feeling again. Not good.
"What do you want Uncle Jon? I haven't heard from you for a few weeks and now you show up drunk at my door at whatever fuck time it is at night? What do you want?"