You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
Amalia's first question only drew a half-asleep, unaware mumble from Adam, the words reaching him somewhere in a dream where they no longer made sense. It was only when she touched his shoulder Adam woke, immediately belching (trying to aim it away from Amalia's face down to the bench, but still rather close) and rubbing at his forehead.
"What..? Uh, yeah, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" He asked, wobbily sitting up and trying to look put together and content. To an observant viewer, it would be clear the smile was forced, the other side of drinking coming down on him by now, the beginning of a hangover itching at the edge of his mind and the 'drunk, sad crying' portion of the night yet to come.
Adam
It didn't.
