Priorities

The venom in Nate's voice made Adam flinch back, but his look of shock was quickly replaced with a smug and knowing smirk. "Methinks the lady doth protest too much." He trilled with a laugh, wiggling his fingers in Nate's direction. The intensity in Nate's voice he took as obvious confirmation of the other man's burning desire for him, as he assumed all people held such need in their hearts. Still, he took his hand away and rose it with his other, a show of backing off. Nate was the kind of grumpy that could tip over into unpleasantness quickly, he could tell. It made Adam want to poke and prod until it tipped over into unwillingly affection, but you couldn't go too far right out of the gate. "Well, yeah. But when people say they can handle themselves, what they mean is that they aren't afraid to ask. I got as far as I did cos I'm fucking charming, and it gets me stuff. So hey. Lemme crash at your place and I'll make it worth your while. Pay you with whatever you like, since there's no money here. Fucks, help ya get revenge on someone, shit, I'll even clean, though I'll do a shitty job of it. Just a few nights?" He did not beg, was not begging now; if he phrased it as a deal he felt better. But Adam was getting desperate for an anchor in this place, somewhere to set down roots and call a starting point. ADAM maybe i'm my own greatest fear maybe i'm too scared to admit that i might not be as dark as i think maybe i'm not the person that i never wanted to be