idle hands

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. "Okay, I can do a month." Adam agreed, smiling at being involved in something grand enough to be called a 'meeting of minds'. He'd been in plenty of meetings before, but they'd been more of loud drunk people or genitals. Lucas' willingness to work with him (or at least, seeming willingness) made him feel a little better. At least if Nate was going to be okay, he wouldn't have to feel guilty. He would have asked for protection for Peter, but...guy was already balls deep in a cult. There wasn't any saving him. Adam spat into his hand and held it out to Lucas. "Sure. Deal. Let's shake on it." i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.