His eyes flicked down to the slim hand that rested on his chest. Was she actually... comforting him? Hell was freezing over. Maybe this was hell and there was a snowstorm on the way because this was certainly not something he'd ever expected to happen in his lifetime. Adrian had always been content with his life of promiscuous sex and singular focus on quidditch. He didn't need to devote any energy or time to any other part of himself. Right? This island seemed to have other plans, that was for certain.
He lifted a hands lowly and traced his fingertips along the length of her fingers. Idly plucking one digit up and sliding his between. What the hell was he doing? It apparently felt right though. This was turning into some... well something Adrian sure as hell had never done. A feelings chat? Shoot him now. Only he kept going, against all his natural instincts.
"Managing to do well at something you've got a natural talent for isn't what everyone considers success." He replied, pressing his lips together tightly for a moment. "Let me guess, you parents would be proud of whatever you did? Whatever you became? As long as you were happy?" He asked, one brow arching up as if he already knew the answer which he thought he did. "Those were never the expectations I had. I was never going to be good at what they wanted me to be so why try? Why try at anything?" But that wasn't really it. It was that damn dream he'd had during the last storm. That was at the crux of it. "I cheat. Apparently." He added as he let go of her hand, his fingers curling into the sand. "Not sure when, sometime in- the future. I was- one thing I never thought I'd fuck up I did."