Light in His Darkness ~ Part 11
Title: Light in his Darkness ~ Part 11
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: WIP. Kris is a rehab therapist who finds himself falling for his student, a rock star lost in a world of darkness.
Warning: angst
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. I am not a rehab therapist; the information I share is from internet research and may or may not be accurate. The information shared in this part comes from Visionaware.org.
Thrilled to be back friends! My term is over and I have just about a month off before I start the next term. Sorry for the looooooong wait. Fictionfreak15 told me she’s going to read the previous part, Part 10, before she gets into this one and I think that’s a great idea for everyone … if you want to. Part 11 is a continuation of Part 10 and it might refresh your memories of where we left off.
Part 1 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/80872.html
Part 2 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/81380.html
Part 3 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/81579.html
Part 4 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/81680.html
Part 5 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/82096.html
Part 6 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/82375.html
Part 7 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/83360.html
Part 8 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/84034.html
Part 9 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/84497.html#cutid1
Part 10 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/85130.html
~~ ☼ ~~
“And then there was that time we crashed Gaga’s party ….”
“Lady Gaga?”
“Yup … at this little Mexican restaurant … and we got so shit-faced drunk … that I fell off a table … and you … started jumping to the music … and smashed your first through the ceiling!”
Adam’s face was red with embarrassment but he laughed long and hard with Tommy and Kris. Everyone else in the dining room was staring at them - some laughing along at the stories emanating from their table, and others, mostly staff, giving them - mostly Kris - a disapproving glare for being so loud.
Kris didn’t care at the moment. He and Tommy had come to terms after Adam abandoned them in the kitchen and the therapist was finally lightening up where the musician was concerned. Besides, Adam was happy they’d made up, telling the two men when they’d rejoined him in the garden that he wanted his friends to get along.
The fact that Adam thought of him as a friend made Kris’ day … hell, it made his year.
So many stories and laughs were coming out of their mouths that little food made it in. Kris sat by contently, reveling in the amazing tales that were Adam’s life. It didn’t go unnoticed by Kris that Adam’s smiles were underscored with sadness. Kris recalled Adam saying his old life was over, that as much as he wanted to live again, it wasn’t going to be the same. Kris looked over at Tommy, really noticing for the first time his outlined eyes and the colour around them. He then looked at Adam and realized that in all those pictures he’d seen of the singer online before the accident, Adam’s face had been made up, from over-the-top glam to just a hint of faded color around his baby blues.
Up until now, Kris hadn’t given it much thought. If his student had been a woman, that would have been near the top of his agenda. For many, they wouldn’t dare step foot outside of their homes without a little color on their face; apparently, Adam had been the same way. Just because the man wouldn’t be able to see his face made up, it was still part of him and part of his self esteem; knowing how others saw him was just as important.
While Tommy and Adam continued reminiscing, Kris started hatching a plan. As if the angels were listening, he heard a familiar voice and turned around, catching a flash of bright red hair before it vanished into the lobby.
Bingo!
“Hey guys, I’ll be right back,” Kris declared, wiping his mouth and tossing the napkin on his full plate before getting up.
“Hurry back,” Tommy ordered playfully, “I’ve just gotta tell you about the time Adam went the Halloween party dressed like Brooke Shields.”
“Oh God,” Adam groaned, “If you know what’s good for you Kris, you won’t come back.”
Kris stopped long enough to reply, “I’ll always come back.”
Tommy’s eyes widened and sparkled.
Kris tried to forget he’d said that …
He was sure Tommy wouldn’t forget he’d said it.
~~ ☼ ~~
After lunch, the trio headed back to Adam’s room.
“I thought we were going to …,” Adam started to say.
“Change of plan. There’s something you need to be taught that’s long overdue.”
Rounding the corner, Kris was happy to see his surprise waiting. Of course, Adam was unaware but Tommy sure noticed … especially her rocker inspired outfit, flame red hair and the dip of her top.
“Hey man, what took so long?” she teased with a naturally raspy voice.
“Hello?” Adam asked, now that he knew they had company.
“Oh my God Krissy, you weren’t shittin’ me!”
“Krissy?” Tommy and Adam both blurted.
The young lady came to the rescue, pushing the embarrassed therapist aside and stepping into Adam’s personal space. She took his hand and shook it long and strong.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s really you. When Krissy told me who his student was I thought he was trying to get back at me for, well never mind, but oh my God it’s really you and I just can’t stop babbling like an idiot. I mean you’re just a guy but you’re a rock god and I get to spent time with you and teach you all sorts of fun stuff and make you happy and ….”
Tommy had moved away from his stunned friend’ and took Kris slightly aside, out of earshot.
“Who’s the firecracker?”
“Her name’s Allison Iraheta.”
“And she’s going to teach Adam something he’s never done before?”
“Well, he’s done it … I know he has … but not the way Allie can teach him.”
For the first time since they’d met, Tommy’s pale skin flushed pink.
“Dude, you do know he’s gay.”
“Of course I know he’s gay! I’m not that clueless!”
“So why do you think he’ll be interested in her. I mean, I know … well, I think it’s been a while since he’s … but I’m sure that preference hasn’t changed with everything else.”
“What the hell are you talking about ….”
“Something wrong?” Adam asked. Allie had finally stopped blabbing and turned her attention towards the two men. “I thought you two had buried the hatchet,” Adam said, his features pinching.
“Nothing’s wrong, just talkin’.”
Allie looked between the men, puckering his red lips and staring Kris down. He averted his attention and she let it go.
“Well, I don’t know about you boys but I say let’s go into Adam’s room and get comfortable. Can’t really do this in the hallway.”
“All of us?” Tommy declared.
“Why not, the more the merrier. Maybe you’ll learn something new too.”
Kris had gone from wanting to defend the lady’s honor to wanting see just how long Tommy’s mind would stay in the gutter.
Adam opened his door and led the way. “So, do I get an introduction?” Adam asked, sitting on his bed and folding his cane.
“Right … sorry about that. Adam, Tommy, this is Allison and she’s a make-up artist.”
“What?”
“Krissy asked me to teach Adam about applying make-up. I know you’re no stranger to it - you always look so hot - shit, did I say that out loud - well, just because you’ve lost your sight doesn’t mean you can’t keep looking hot.”
“Wow,” Adam breathed out, looking taken aback, “I guess I’d never thought of it. I figured I’d get a friend to do it or a professional if I needed to go somewhere special. Didn’t think I’d be able to keep wearing it every day?”
“With some lessons, sure you can. It’s great for your self-esteem, especially if it was part of your normal routine.”
“What made you think of this?” Tommy asked Kris.
“It was you Tommy … well, your face anyway, and the stories you guys were sharing at lunch, about going out and partying and getting made up.” He turned to his student. “I’m sorry Adam. I’ve never had to think about this with a male student before.”
“That’s alright. I’m grateful you thought of it now.”
Kris smiled Adam’s way and Adam smiled Kris’ way. Allie looked from one to the other then at Tommy who was smirking. She raised her eyebrows and Tommy nodded. Allie took Kris by the elbow and he turned to her, his face still showing that certain something. She opened her mouth to say something and he silenced her with a finger to her lips.
“Our student?” he pondered.
“Don’t you mean your student?”
“Allie,” he replied low, hoping she caught the nuance in his voice.
“Fine, but this isn’t over.”
“I didn’t think it was.”
She sat down beside Adam and started sharing her wisdom.
Allie directed Adam through an exercise of running his fingertips over the contours of his face, re-familiarizing himself with the canvas. As he did so, Allie explained that she’d teach him various tips and techniques that had been used successfully by many.
While Adam mapped out his bone structure, Allie went to the desk and set an array of items then disappeared into the bathroom and returned with more. Tommy stood close by, peering over her shoulder. When they young lady removed the make-up from its case, his face lit up.
“Ad! She’s got MAC!”
“I only use the best,” she declared proudly.
“So does Adam.”
A few minutes later, Adam took a seat at the desk and Allie dragged another chair over next to him. Tommy and Kris stayed out of the way, sitting on the end of the bed and keeping their unglossed lips shut.
“Okay, let’s start with some general tips.” She handed the singer a headband and told him to put it on, making sure he caught every strand of hair. “Doing this will keep your hair off your face when you apply your foundation and eye make-up. Now lay this in your lap.” Adam took the towel and obeyed. “This will help protect your clothes. If you like, you could wear a make-up cape or an oversized shirt instead.” She took his hands and placed them on a tray laid out in front of him on the desk. “There’s a wet face cloth here to clean make-up off your fingertips. You could also use wet wipes or paper towels if you prefer. It’s a good idea to clean your fingers regularly after each step to prevent getting excess make-up on other parts of your face or your clothes. There’s also a wastebasket by your left side to toss away the wipes and used applicators. How we doing so far?”
“Good … good … bring on the make-up,” Adam beamed, running his hands over his hair to flatten it down.
“Easy tiger, a few more things to go over before we start. Now, besides the tray and wet cloth, keep a small container nearby to keep the applicators, tops and lids in. That will stop them from spreading all over the place or landing on the floor.” Adam reached out and located the dish.
Allie placed the make-up in front of him and got down to business.
“Now … minimal make-up is the best way to begin.”
“Minimal! Him! … oowwwww!”
Tommy rubbed his upper arm and Kris crossed his arms, scowling. Tommy glared at the man who jabbed him and pushed his lips together in a pout.
“May I continue?”
“Sure Allie, go ahead.”
“Thanks Kris. As I was saying, minimal make-up is the best way to start. You can always add MORE color but it’s harder to take it off if you overdue it. When you need to be more dramatic, don’t feel self-conscious asking a friend or family for help.” She looked over at Tommy, still rubbing his arm. “Your loud mouth friend here did a pretty good job on his paint; I’m sure he’d help.”
Tommy beamed until Adam replied, “I have lots of friends who are make-up artists and have helped me in the past. No offence glitterbaby.”
“Hey, that’s cool.”
“Well then, maybe Tommy can keep you abreast of the latest fashions, what’s in and out. I’m sure you want to stay in style.”
“That I can do!”
Adam laughed, “Okay TJ, your hired.”
Tommy punched Kris in the arm this time, “Me! A fashion consultant … who would have thunk it?!”
“Yeah … who woulda?”
Allie picked up a bottle and set it in Adam’s hand. He cupped it, feeling the shape and size of the vessel.
“Foundation?”
“Right! Before you put it on, make sure your face is cleansed and completely dry.”
“I usually do. I wasn’t expected this today but I did wash and cleanse this morning.”
“I wasn’t going to be a drill sergeant and make you do that now but that’s good. So … applying foundation - or cleansing cream, or moisturizer. Because you can’t see where you’ve been, try and follow a pattern. That way, you’ll cover everything. Let’s open that bottle up … Set the lid in the dish … Good! Now count the number of drops you use and remember that. Being consistent is a good way to do this. Do you remember what a dime felt like in your palm?” Adam nodded. “Try and put out that much foundation, it’s usually enough to cover a face and neck.”
“Adam better use a quarter … his head’s so big.”
“Tommy, really.”
“No, no Kris … he’s right, I do have a big head.”
Allie stifled a giggle. “How about you go for a nickel and if I think you need more I’ll tell you.”
“Okay. I don’t normally use foundation during the day and when I do, usually a make-up artist takes care of it … you know, for TV and concerts and appearances.”
“Fair enough, but let’s continue anyway … it’ll help when you use cleanser and keeping track of drops or brush strokes comes in handy for other cosmetics. So, let’s give it a shot.”
As Allie explained the sequence, Adam followed diligently. For whatever reason - maybe he was visualizing his face - Adam had his eyes closed as his fingers danced over his skin, hiding the freckles with slow, steady, gentle strokes … up and out from chin to ears … across his nose to his temples … tip of his strong nose to his forehead … slow, circular movements over forehead to temples … gently under those stunning blue eyes … small circular motions around his nose … circular motion along his strong chin …
Kris had seen women apply make-up before but watching Adam nearly killed. Adam’s eyes were closed the entire time and he lifted his chin, stretching out an expanse of exposed neck, and stroking his fingers ever so slowly up and down his throat. Kris felt his own neck heat up and that heated radiated up and down. His eyes glued to the hypnotic movement, he nearly fell off the edge of the bed when something kinda large landed in his lap.
“Here, you dropped this,” Tommy declared.
Kris looked at the pillow.
“I wasn’t hold one.”
“You were.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Trust me,” Tommy’s eyes glanced down then back up, his voice low, “you were … holding … something.”
The therapist looked down, taking a moment to notice he had a hand under the pillow, his fingers clasped around his ….
“Oh my God,” he whispered, whipping his hand out and resting it quickly on the pillow.
“He didn’t notice,” Tommy teased.
“Oh shut up … and don’t you tell him,” Kris hissed back.
Tommy crossed his heart and Kris prayed the guitarist wasn’t crossing anything else to cancel it out.
“Great job Adam!” Allie praised, making the singer beam shyly.
“I’m not blotchy?”
Taking his chin, she gently turned his head to look. There was one spot along his jaw and she took his hand, moving it to that spot so he could even it out. Once he did, she declared perfection.
“Now, this sequencing thing works for applying the color. Start with a cleanser and moisturizer, then follow with foundation, blush ….”
“I don’t wear blush.”
“Right … then foundation, eye make-up and lips. You know, some people get eyeliner and eyebrows tattooed on permanently so they don’t have to worry about that.”
Kris cringed. He had enough trouble with eye drops, forget having a needle that close.
“I’ve heard about that. A fan asked me once on twitter if I’d ever consider doing that … with the guyliner. Feel the same way I did then … no way.”
“Fair enough. Now, let’s get you painted.”
Everyone had their eyes on the man of the hour. Allie was watching to make sure he was doing it right, Tommy was watching cause his friend was coming to life in front of his eyes and Kris couldn’t stop imagining he’d switched places with Allie and was the one guiding Adam … touching Adam.
Tommy eventually moved closer to get a better look, but not before suggesting to Kris he keep that pillow where it was.
Kris was inclined to agree.
Allie had a table top mirror set up at the desk and Kris watched the action from his shelter behind the pillow. Leaning in and facing his reflection as if he could see it - who knew, maybe in his mind Adam was seeing his face - the singer traced the outline of his eyebrow with his finger and then holding the eyebrow pencil at the tip, he used small, short strokes, stopping every so often to feel his eyebrow and take note of how close he was to the end.
When Adam moved onto his bottomless blue eyes, Kris flashed back to watching his Mama apply make-up when he was a little boy. He’d watched her pick up the little spongy tipped thingy and run it through the eye shadow before applying it to her eye. While she did that, the boy had seen another thingy in the compact and picked it up, curious how it would feel on his skin. He’d swiped it on the space between his lashes and eyebrow, giggling as it tickled. His Mama had scolded him sweetly, explaining boys didn’t wear make up.
Seeing Adam now, Kris wondered if his Mama would change her mind. Adam was handsome with a clean face but downright beautiful like this.
Following Allie’s instructions, Adam held the spongy thingy close to tip, just like he did with the eyebrow pencil. Allie insisted he run the clean applicator over his eyelid to get a sense of the space before starting despite Adam’s protest he wasn’t new to this. Still, he did what she told him, starting with his right eye. He set his left index finger into the corner of his right eyelid as a starting point, setting the applicator he held with his right hand next to his index finger and moved across his lower eyelid to the outer corner, just above his lashes. He repeated the motion, moving up a little higher but so high that he couldn’t overlap the strokes. Adam kept this up until he reached the crease. To finish it off, he blended the lines with his finger to even the colour out. He then applied two more colours in the space between the crease and his eyebrow.
“How’s it look?” Adam asked, uncertainty lacing his words.
“So perfect, it’s sickening.”
Adam laughed and Tommy insisted he wasn’t kidding.
“Kris? What do you think?” Adam called out.
Taking a chance, Kris set his pillow down and came over.
“I don’t know much about make-up but it looks great.”
“Thanks.”
“Oh sure, he takes Krissy’s word but not mine, his best bud,” Tommy sighed dramatically.
Adam and Kris both blushed.
“I’d say Adam has plenty of color in his face now,” Allie commented with a wink, “but let’s do the other eye … even things out.”
~~ ☼ ~~
The quartet spent the rest of the day together. Adam, Tommy and Allie chatted like they’d known each other for centuries while Kris sat back quietly, listening just as he had at lunch. Most of the time, however, he couldn’t follow the plot lines because he couldn’t take his eyes off Adam. A simple layer of color had made him blossom like a tulip out of a sudden spring snowfall. Sometimes Adam turned in his direction and Kris averted his admiring gaze, as if Adam would see the hearts in his eyes.
This was getting too hard. Being around Adam and not being able to hold his hand or brush the back of his fingers down his jaw or taste the freckles on his lips was torture. And yet, handing Adam over to someone else would feel even worse.
Starting a relationship with his patient was unethical and possibly career ending and Kris wasn’t willing to loose it all if Adam didn’t feel the same way.
Feeling oddly like an old married couple, Adam and Kris walked Tommy and Allie to the center’s front doors. Adam hugged his old friend and new friend goodbye, thanking them for a great day. Allie promised to visit him the next time she was at the center and Tommy said he’d bring some of their other friends along next time … if it was alright with Kris. Kris knew having his friends around did Adam a world of good and the therapist gave his okay. Tommy asked if he himself was included in the invite and for reasons unknown, Kris moved forward and hugged the startled man, declaring he better come back.
Adam and Kris headed towards Adam’s room when Adam grasped Kris’ arm and stopped him. Kris looked around to find Adam smirking.
“What’s so funny?”
“Listen.”
Kris listened, even closed his eyes to concentrate, and heard nothing.
“Tommy and Allie are still inside, right?”
Kris looked behind them. Sure enough, the two were still standing at the door. They were exchanging phones, entering their phone numbers Kris suspected.
“Yeah, they’re still here. What’s up?”
“Tommy asked her on a date. He’s not wasting any time.”
Kris shouldn’t have been stunned that Adam’s hearing had improved. When one sense is lost, the others often heighten to compensate.
Adam was heading back to his room and Kris hurried to catch up, thankful his student’s newly enhanced senses didn’t include mind reading.
~~ ☼ ~~
The two men spent what remained of Kris’ shift in Adam’s room, listening to and downloading music. The sun was setting and the room was darkening. Of course, Adam didn’t notice until Kris flicked on a light nearby, the click of the switch audible.
“Guess that means you’re heading home soon,” Adam stated, a tinge of sadness in his voice.
“Afraid so. Cale drove me in this morning so when he’s ready go, well …..”
“Could you do me a favor Kris?”
“Anything.”
“I’ve got to take this make up off before bed and I don’t want to miss any of it. If I take care of it now, will you check for me?”
“Of course.”
“Great.” Adam got up and headed to bathroom where Allie had left some cosmetic wipes. “I’ll only be a few minutes. Put some music on if you want,” he added as he disappeared and shut the door.
Kris took Adam’s iPod and placed it in speaker dock. He noticed over the last hour and half how eclectic his student’s taste was in music. Having no clue what to listen to, he opened up Adam’s newest play list and pressed play.
Music filled the room that froze Kris in his tracks. It was a track by Frankie Valli and as hard as he tried not to read anything into the lyrics, Kris couldn’t help himself. His heart fluttered and he had to sit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzpWKAGvGdA
♫ You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
So if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it's real
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
I love you baby and if it's quite all right
I need you baby to warm the lonely nights
I love you baby, trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray
Oh pretty baby, now that I've found you stay
And let me love you baby, let me love you …. ♫
There was more to the song but Kris couldn’t take it. He shut the music off and sat hard on the bed. Tears were streaking down his cheeks and he couldn’t catch his breath, hoping beyond hope it meant what he thought it meant.
“I thought you were going to put on some music.”
“Oh … right. Hold on.”
Clearing his eyes with one hand, he used the other to hit shuffle and some electronic dance number came on. Adam moved around the bed and fiddled with the iPod, settling on some soft jazz song.
“That’s better,” Adam replied.
Kris was still wiping his face off as Adam sat down beside him. The only light in the room was the bedside lamp and it cast them in a warm glow.
“Did I get it all off?”
Finally turning towards him, Kris’ toes curled. Adam had changed into his sleep clothes - soft pants and a v-neck short sleeved shirt - and his hair was flopping over this forehead. The make-up appeared to be all gone but it was hard to tell unless ….
Kris took hold of Adam’s chin with his fingers and slowly turned the man’s face to one side and then the other. His skin felt damp, freshly washed. They were so close, their thighs pressed against each other and they could feel the other’s breath.
“You … you got a little here,” Kris replied softly. Using his thumb, he slowly swiped away the hint of color at Adam’s temple.
Kris’ finger lingered as he found himself transfixed by the blue eyes gazing at him.
“Kris?”
“Uh huh?”
“What do you look like?”
“I’m nothing special,” adding silently to himself, ‘not like you’.
“Tell me anyway,” the singer gently pleaded
Kris dropped his hand, feeling a blush heat his cheeks.
“I’m average … brown hair, brown eyes, slim … like I said nothing special.”
Adam reached out and found his hand, holding it tight.
“I wish I could see you.”
Kris didn’t think before he answered. If he had, he never would have voiced it.
“You can … in a way.”
Adam took both of Kris’ hands and begged, “Show me … please.”
The easiest way to show Adam was to “see” Adam first.
As he moved his hands, Kris explained how to see a person’s face with your fingers.
He placed his hands in soft, black hair and relished the silken strands. Each hand moved along the side of Adam’s head, tracing the shapes of his ears and down his jaw line, smiling as he was tickled by stubble. Lifting his hands, he moved up and danced his fingers over the smooth forehead, over his perfect eyebrows and down the bridge and sides of his Romanesque nose. The last places he touched were those inviting lips, lingering along the bottom one and the freckles that decorated it. Warm air flowed over his hand as a smile formed. Kris wasn’t sure but he thought Adam lightly kissed his thumb before Kris reluctantly broke the bond.
“Th-that’s how it’s done,” Kris whispered, trying to steady his voice.
Adam chewed his bottom lip and raised his hands, hovering in space until Kris took hold and set them onto his hair. He’d had students do this before but he’d never feared and relished it so much in one moment. The gentle pressure anchored him in the now, forgetting about what could happen next … what he prayed would happen next … what could ruin his life if it happened next. Following his lead, Adam ran his fingers through the short hair that would never style the way Kris wanted it to; over his ears that had spent nights listening to the perfection that was his student’s voice as it lulled him to sleep; along his jaw and forehead to his nose and finally his lips which stretched into a crooked smile beyond his control. Adam smiled back, keeping his thumbs on his teacher’s mouth. Kris opened his lips to speak and Adam’s finger inadvertently fell into his mouth. Adam didn’t move and Kris closed his mouth, letting his tongue flicker over the polished nail.
The smile on Adam’s face faded, replaced with … wonder.
“You’re right Kris, you aren’t special … you’re perfect,” he whispered sincerely.
After that, everything happened so fast and so slow, it felt like a movie, the kind that wants to make you laugh and cry at the same time. Hands cupped his face and Kris couldn’t help but lean into the touch. Adam tentatively moved closer until their lips barely brushed. Kris’ heart pounding, his dream nanoseconds from coming true.
* riiiiing …. riiiiing …. riiiiing*
Damn, his phone. Kris closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against Adam’s.
“I gotta ….”
“Don’t … please,” Adam begged.
Hating himself, Kris yanked his phone out of his pocket and Adam let him go, putting some distance between them.
“H-hi Cale.”
“You coming with me or what?”
Kris checked the time. His shift was over. Kris checked Adam. The other man looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t.
Fate was sending Kris a message and he knew he’d be an idiot to ignore it.
“Where are you?”
“In the truck with the motor running.”
“I’ll be right there.” Pocketing his phone, Kris got up. “I have to ….”
“Just go.”
“Adam ….”
“Not now Kris ….”
“O-Okay. Good night.”
Kris headed to door and opened it. Stepping through, he pulled it closed but stopped short of shutting it before taking one last glance into the room. Adam had moved to the spot where Kris had been sitting and he was turning on his iPod. The familiar song started up and Adam’s head fell into his hands.
Holding back a sob, Kris closed the door, the music slipping through before he could get away.
♫ You're just too good to be true … ♫
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: WIP. Kris is a rehab therapist who finds himself falling for his student, a rock star lost in a world of darkness.
Warning: angst
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. I am not a rehab therapist; the information I share is from internet research and may or may not be accurate. The information shared in this part comes from Visionaware.org.
Thrilled to be back friends! My term is over and I have just about a month off before I start the next term. Sorry for the looooooong wait. Fictionfreak15 told me she’s going to read the previous part, Part 10, before she gets into this one and I think that’s a great idea for everyone … if you want to. Part 11 is a continuation of Part 10 and it might refresh your memories of where we left off.
Part 1 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/80872.html
Part 2 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/81380.html
Part 3 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/81579.html
Part 4 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/81680.html
Part 5 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/82096.html
Part 6 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/82375.html
Part 7 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/83360.html
Part 8 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/84034.html
Part 9 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/84497.html#cutid1
Part 10 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/85130.html
~~ ☼ ~~
“And then there was that time we crashed Gaga’s party ….”
“Lady Gaga?”
“Yup … at this little Mexican restaurant … and we got so shit-faced drunk … that I fell off a table … and you … started jumping to the music … and smashed your first through the ceiling!”
Adam’s face was red with embarrassment but he laughed long and hard with Tommy and Kris. Everyone else in the dining room was staring at them - some laughing along at the stories emanating from their table, and others, mostly staff, giving them - mostly Kris - a disapproving glare for being so loud.
Kris didn’t care at the moment. He and Tommy had come to terms after Adam abandoned them in the kitchen and the therapist was finally lightening up where the musician was concerned. Besides, Adam was happy they’d made up, telling the two men when they’d rejoined him in the garden that he wanted his friends to get along.
The fact that Adam thought of him as a friend made Kris’ day … hell, it made his year.
So many stories and laughs were coming out of their mouths that little food made it in. Kris sat by contently, reveling in the amazing tales that were Adam’s life. It didn’t go unnoticed by Kris that Adam’s smiles were underscored with sadness. Kris recalled Adam saying his old life was over, that as much as he wanted to live again, it wasn’t going to be the same. Kris looked over at Tommy, really noticing for the first time his outlined eyes and the colour around them. He then looked at Adam and realized that in all those pictures he’d seen of the singer online before the accident, Adam’s face had been made up, from over-the-top glam to just a hint of faded color around his baby blues.
Up until now, Kris hadn’t given it much thought. If his student had been a woman, that would have been near the top of his agenda. For many, they wouldn’t dare step foot outside of their homes without a little color on their face; apparently, Adam had been the same way. Just because the man wouldn’t be able to see his face made up, it was still part of him and part of his self esteem; knowing how others saw him was just as important.
While Tommy and Adam continued reminiscing, Kris started hatching a plan. As if the angels were listening, he heard a familiar voice and turned around, catching a flash of bright red hair before it vanished into the lobby.
Bingo!
“Hey guys, I’ll be right back,” Kris declared, wiping his mouth and tossing the napkin on his full plate before getting up.
“Hurry back,” Tommy ordered playfully, “I’ve just gotta tell you about the time Adam went the Halloween party dressed like Brooke Shields.”
“Oh God,” Adam groaned, “If you know what’s good for you Kris, you won’t come back.”
Kris stopped long enough to reply, “I’ll always come back.”
Tommy’s eyes widened and sparkled.
Kris tried to forget he’d said that …
He was sure Tommy wouldn’t forget he’d said it.
~~ ☼ ~~
After lunch, the trio headed back to Adam’s room.
“I thought we were going to …,” Adam started to say.
“Change of plan. There’s something you need to be taught that’s long overdue.”
Rounding the corner, Kris was happy to see his surprise waiting. Of course, Adam was unaware but Tommy sure noticed … especially her rocker inspired outfit, flame red hair and the dip of her top.
“Hey man, what took so long?” she teased with a naturally raspy voice.
“Hello?” Adam asked, now that he knew they had company.
“Oh my God Krissy, you weren’t shittin’ me!”
“Krissy?” Tommy and Adam both blurted.
The young lady came to the rescue, pushing the embarrassed therapist aside and stepping into Adam’s personal space. She took his hand and shook it long and strong.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s really you. When Krissy told me who his student was I thought he was trying to get back at me for, well never mind, but oh my God it’s really you and I just can’t stop babbling like an idiot. I mean you’re just a guy but you’re a rock god and I get to spent time with you and teach you all sorts of fun stuff and make you happy and ….”
Tommy had moved away from his stunned friend’ and took Kris slightly aside, out of earshot.
“Who’s the firecracker?”
“Her name’s Allison Iraheta.”
“And she’s going to teach Adam something he’s never done before?”
“Well, he’s done it … I know he has … but not the way Allie can teach him.”
For the first time since they’d met, Tommy’s pale skin flushed pink.
“Dude, you do know he’s gay.”
“Of course I know he’s gay! I’m not that clueless!”
“So why do you think he’ll be interested in her. I mean, I know … well, I think it’s been a while since he’s … but I’m sure that preference hasn’t changed with everything else.”
“What the hell are you talking about ….”
“Something wrong?” Adam asked. Allie had finally stopped blabbing and turned her attention towards the two men. “I thought you two had buried the hatchet,” Adam said, his features pinching.
“Nothing’s wrong, just talkin’.”
Allie looked between the men, puckering his red lips and staring Kris down. He averted his attention and she let it go.
“Well, I don’t know about you boys but I say let’s go into Adam’s room and get comfortable. Can’t really do this in the hallway.”
“All of us?” Tommy declared.
“Why not, the more the merrier. Maybe you’ll learn something new too.”
Kris had gone from wanting to defend the lady’s honor to wanting see just how long Tommy’s mind would stay in the gutter.
Adam opened his door and led the way. “So, do I get an introduction?” Adam asked, sitting on his bed and folding his cane.
“Right … sorry about that. Adam, Tommy, this is Allison and she’s a make-up artist.”
“What?”
“Krissy asked me to teach Adam about applying make-up. I know you’re no stranger to it - you always look so hot - shit, did I say that out loud - well, just because you’ve lost your sight doesn’t mean you can’t keep looking hot.”
“Wow,” Adam breathed out, looking taken aback, “I guess I’d never thought of it. I figured I’d get a friend to do it or a professional if I needed to go somewhere special. Didn’t think I’d be able to keep wearing it every day?”
“With some lessons, sure you can. It’s great for your self-esteem, especially if it was part of your normal routine.”
“What made you think of this?” Tommy asked Kris.
“It was you Tommy … well, your face anyway, and the stories you guys were sharing at lunch, about going out and partying and getting made up.” He turned to his student. “I’m sorry Adam. I’ve never had to think about this with a male student before.”
“That’s alright. I’m grateful you thought of it now.”
Kris smiled Adam’s way and Adam smiled Kris’ way. Allie looked from one to the other then at Tommy who was smirking. She raised her eyebrows and Tommy nodded. Allie took Kris by the elbow and he turned to her, his face still showing that certain something. She opened her mouth to say something and he silenced her with a finger to her lips.
“Our student?” he pondered.
“Don’t you mean your student?”
“Allie,” he replied low, hoping she caught the nuance in his voice.
“Fine, but this isn’t over.”
“I didn’t think it was.”
She sat down beside Adam and started sharing her wisdom.
Allie directed Adam through an exercise of running his fingertips over the contours of his face, re-familiarizing himself with the canvas. As he did so, Allie explained that she’d teach him various tips and techniques that had been used successfully by many.
While Adam mapped out his bone structure, Allie went to the desk and set an array of items then disappeared into the bathroom and returned with more. Tommy stood close by, peering over her shoulder. When they young lady removed the make-up from its case, his face lit up.
“Ad! She’s got MAC!”
“I only use the best,” she declared proudly.
“So does Adam.”
A few minutes later, Adam took a seat at the desk and Allie dragged another chair over next to him. Tommy and Kris stayed out of the way, sitting on the end of the bed and keeping their unglossed lips shut.
“Okay, let’s start with some general tips.” She handed the singer a headband and told him to put it on, making sure he caught every strand of hair. “Doing this will keep your hair off your face when you apply your foundation and eye make-up. Now lay this in your lap.” Adam took the towel and obeyed. “This will help protect your clothes. If you like, you could wear a make-up cape or an oversized shirt instead.” She took his hands and placed them on a tray laid out in front of him on the desk. “There’s a wet face cloth here to clean make-up off your fingertips. You could also use wet wipes or paper towels if you prefer. It’s a good idea to clean your fingers regularly after each step to prevent getting excess make-up on other parts of your face or your clothes. There’s also a wastebasket by your left side to toss away the wipes and used applicators. How we doing so far?”
“Good … good … bring on the make-up,” Adam beamed, running his hands over his hair to flatten it down.
“Easy tiger, a few more things to go over before we start. Now, besides the tray and wet cloth, keep a small container nearby to keep the applicators, tops and lids in. That will stop them from spreading all over the place or landing on the floor.” Adam reached out and located the dish.
Allie placed the make-up in front of him and got down to business.
“Now … minimal make-up is the best way to begin.”
“Minimal! Him! … oowwwww!”
Tommy rubbed his upper arm and Kris crossed his arms, scowling. Tommy glared at the man who jabbed him and pushed his lips together in a pout.
“May I continue?”
“Sure Allie, go ahead.”
“Thanks Kris. As I was saying, minimal make-up is the best way to start. You can always add MORE color but it’s harder to take it off if you overdue it. When you need to be more dramatic, don’t feel self-conscious asking a friend or family for help.” She looked over at Tommy, still rubbing his arm. “Your loud mouth friend here did a pretty good job on his paint; I’m sure he’d help.”
Tommy beamed until Adam replied, “I have lots of friends who are make-up artists and have helped me in the past. No offence glitterbaby.”
“Hey, that’s cool.”
“Well then, maybe Tommy can keep you abreast of the latest fashions, what’s in and out. I’m sure you want to stay in style.”
“That I can do!”
Adam laughed, “Okay TJ, your hired.”
Tommy punched Kris in the arm this time, “Me! A fashion consultant … who would have thunk it?!”
“Yeah … who woulda?”
Allie picked up a bottle and set it in Adam’s hand. He cupped it, feeling the shape and size of the vessel.
“Foundation?”
“Right! Before you put it on, make sure your face is cleansed and completely dry.”
“I usually do. I wasn’t expected this today but I did wash and cleanse this morning.”
“I wasn’t going to be a drill sergeant and make you do that now but that’s good. So … applying foundation - or cleansing cream, or moisturizer. Because you can’t see where you’ve been, try and follow a pattern. That way, you’ll cover everything. Let’s open that bottle up … Set the lid in the dish … Good! Now count the number of drops you use and remember that. Being consistent is a good way to do this. Do you remember what a dime felt like in your palm?” Adam nodded. “Try and put out that much foundation, it’s usually enough to cover a face and neck.”
“Adam better use a quarter … his head’s so big.”
“Tommy, really.”
“No, no Kris … he’s right, I do have a big head.”
Allie stifled a giggle. “How about you go for a nickel and if I think you need more I’ll tell you.”
“Okay. I don’t normally use foundation during the day and when I do, usually a make-up artist takes care of it … you know, for TV and concerts and appearances.”
“Fair enough, but let’s continue anyway … it’ll help when you use cleanser and keeping track of drops or brush strokes comes in handy for other cosmetics. So, let’s give it a shot.”
As Allie explained the sequence, Adam followed diligently. For whatever reason - maybe he was visualizing his face - Adam had his eyes closed as his fingers danced over his skin, hiding the freckles with slow, steady, gentle strokes … up and out from chin to ears … across his nose to his temples … tip of his strong nose to his forehead … slow, circular movements over forehead to temples … gently under those stunning blue eyes … small circular motions around his nose … circular motion along his strong chin …
Kris had seen women apply make-up before but watching Adam nearly killed. Adam’s eyes were closed the entire time and he lifted his chin, stretching out an expanse of exposed neck, and stroking his fingers ever so slowly up and down his throat. Kris felt his own neck heat up and that heated radiated up and down. His eyes glued to the hypnotic movement, he nearly fell off the edge of the bed when something kinda large landed in his lap.
“Here, you dropped this,” Tommy declared.
Kris looked at the pillow.
“I wasn’t hold one.”
“You were.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Trust me,” Tommy’s eyes glanced down then back up, his voice low, “you were … holding … something.”
The therapist looked down, taking a moment to notice he had a hand under the pillow, his fingers clasped around his ….
“Oh my God,” he whispered, whipping his hand out and resting it quickly on the pillow.
“He didn’t notice,” Tommy teased.
“Oh shut up … and don’t you tell him,” Kris hissed back.
Tommy crossed his heart and Kris prayed the guitarist wasn’t crossing anything else to cancel it out.
“Great job Adam!” Allie praised, making the singer beam shyly.
“I’m not blotchy?”
Taking his chin, she gently turned his head to look. There was one spot along his jaw and she took his hand, moving it to that spot so he could even it out. Once he did, she declared perfection.
“Now, this sequencing thing works for applying the color. Start with a cleanser and moisturizer, then follow with foundation, blush ….”
“I don’t wear blush.”
“Right … then foundation, eye make-up and lips. You know, some people get eyeliner and eyebrows tattooed on permanently so they don’t have to worry about that.”
Kris cringed. He had enough trouble with eye drops, forget having a needle that close.
“I’ve heard about that. A fan asked me once on twitter if I’d ever consider doing that … with the guyliner. Feel the same way I did then … no way.”
“Fair enough. Now, let’s get you painted.”
Everyone had their eyes on the man of the hour. Allie was watching to make sure he was doing it right, Tommy was watching cause his friend was coming to life in front of his eyes and Kris couldn’t stop imagining he’d switched places with Allie and was the one guiding Adam … touching Adam.
Tommy eventually moved closer to get a better look, but not before suggesting to Kris he keep that pillow where it was.
Kris was inclined to agree.
Allie had a table top mirror set up at the desk and Kris watched the action from his shelter behind the pillow. Leaning in and facing his reflection as if he could see it - who knew, maybe in his mind Adam was seeing his face - the singer traced the outline of his eyebrow with his finger and then holding the eyebrow pencil at the tip, he used small, short strokes, stopping every so often to feel his eyebrow and take note of how close he was to the end.
When Adam moved onto his bottomless blue eyes, Kris flashed back to watching his Mama apply make-up when he was a little boy. He’d watched her pick up the little spongy tipped thingy and run it through the eye shadow before applying it to her eye. While she did that, the boy had seen another thingy in the compact and picked it up, curious how it would feel on his skin. He’d swiped it on the space between his lashes and eyebrow, giggling as it tickled. His Mama had scolded him sweetly, explaining boys didn’t wear make up.
Seeing Adam now, Kris wondered if his Mama would change her mind. Adam was handsome with a clean face but downright beautiful like this.
Following Allie’s instructions, Adam held the spongy thingy close to tip, just like he did with the eyebrow pencil. Allie insisted he run the clean applicator over his eyelid to get a sense of the space before starting despite Adam’s protest he wasn’t new to this. Still, he did what she told him, starting with his right eye. He set his left index finger into the corner of his right eyelid as a starting point, setting the applicator he held with his right hand next to his index finger and moved across his lower eyelid to the outer corner, just above his lashes. He repeated the motion, moving up a little higher but so high that he couldn’t overlap the strokes. Adam kept this up until he reached the crease. To finish it off, he blended the lines with his finger to even the colour out. He then applied two more colours in the space between the crease and his eyebrow.
“How’s it look?” Adam asked, uncertainty lacing his words.
“So perfect, it’s sickening.”
Adam laughed and Tommy insisted he wasn’t kidding.
“Kris? What do you think?” Adam called out.
Taking a chance, Kris set his pillow down and came over.
“I don’t know much about make-up but it looks great.”
“Thanks.”
“Oh sure, he takes Krissy’s word but not mine, his best bud,” Tommy sighed dramatically.
Adam and Kris both blushed.
“I’d say Adam has plenty of color in his face now,” Allie commented with a wink, “but let’s do the other eye … even things out.”
~~ ☼ ~~
The quartet spent the rest of the day together. Adam, Tommy and Allie chatted like they’d known each other for centuries while Kris sat back quietly, listening just as he had at lunch. Most of the time, however, he couldn’t follow the plot lines because he couldn’t take his eyes off Adam. A simple layer of color had made him blossom like a tulip out of a sudden spring snowfall. Sometimes Adam turned in his direction and Kris averted his admiring gaze, as if Adam would see the hearts in his eyes.
This was getting too hard. Being around Adam and not being able to hold his hand or brush the back of his fingers down his jaw or taste the freckles on his lips was torture. And yet, handing Adam over to someone else would feel even worse.
Starting a relationship with his patient was unethical and possibly career ending and Kris wasn’t willing to loose it all if Adam didn’t feel the same way.
Feeling oddly like an old married couple, Adam and Kris walked Tommy and Allie to the center’s front doors. Adam hugged his old friend and new friend goodbye, thanking them for a great day. Allie promised to visit him the next time she was at the center and Tommy said he’d bring some of their other friends along next time … if it was alright with Kris. Kris knew having his friends around did Adam a world of good and the therapist gave his okay. Tommy asked if he himself was included in the invite and for reasons unknown, Kris moved forward and hugged the startled man, declaring he better come back.
Adam and Kris headed towards Adam’s room when Adam grasped Kris’ arm and stopped him. Kris looked around to find Adam smirking.
“What’s so funny?”
“Listen.”
Kris listened, even closed his eyes to concentrate, and heard nothing.
“Tommy and Allie are still inside, right?”
Kris looked behind them. Sure enough, the two were still standing at the door. They were exchanging phones, entering their phone numbers Kris suspected.
“Yeah, they’re still here. What’s up?”
“Tommy asked her on a date. He’s not wasting any time.”
Kris shouldn’t have been stunned that Adam’s hearing had improved. When one sense is lost, the others often heighten to compensate.
Adam was heading back to his room and Kris hurried to catch up, thankful his student’s newly enhanced senses didn’t include mind reading.
~~ ☼ ~~
The two men spent what remained of Kris’ shift in Adam’s room, listening to and downloading music. The sun was setting and the room was darkening. Of course, Adam didn’t notice until Kris flicked on a light nearby, the click of the switch audible.
“Guess that means you’re heading home soon,” Adam stated, a tinge of sadness in his voice.
“Afraid so. Cale drove me in this morning so when he’s ready go, well …..”
“Could you do me a favor Kris?”
“Anything.”
“I’ve got to take this make up off before bed and I don’t want to miss any of it. If I take care of it now, will you check for me?”
“Of course.”
“Great.” Adam got up and headed to bathroom where Allie had left some cosmetic wipes. “I’ll only be a few minutes. Put some music on if you want,” he added as he disappeared and shut the door.
Kris took Adam’s iPod and placed it in speaker dock. He noticed over the last hour and half how eclectic his student’s taste was in music. Having no clue what to listen to, he opened up Adam’s newest play list and pressed play.
Music filled the room that froze Kris in his tracks. It was a track by Frankie Valli and as hard as he tried not to read anything into the lyrics, Kris couldn’t help himself. His heart fluttered and he had to sit.
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♫ You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
So if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it's real
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
I love you baby and if it's quite all right
I need you baby to warm the lonely nights
I love you baby, trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray
Oh pretty baby, now that I've found you stay
And let me love you baby, let me love you …. ♫
There was more to the song but Kris couldn’t take it. He shut the music off and sat hard on the bed. Tears were streaking down his cheeks and he couldn’t catch his breath, hoping beyond hope it meant what he thought it meant.
“I thought you were going to put on some music.”
“Oh … right. Hold on.”
Clearing his eyes with one hand, he used the other to hit shuffle and some electronic dance number came on. Adam moved around the bed and fiddled with the iPod, settling on some soft jazz song.
“That’s better,” Adam replied.
Kris was still wiping his face off as Adam sat down beside him. The only light in the room was the bedside lamp and it cast them in a warm glow.
“Did I get it all off?”
Finally turning towards him, Kris’ toes curled. Adam had changed into his sleep clothes - soft pants and a v-neck short sleeved shirt - and his hair was flopping over this forehead. The make-up appeared to be all gone but it was hard to tell unless ….
Kris took hold of Adam’s chin with his fingers and slowly turned the man’s face to one side and then the other. His skin felt damp, freshly washed. They were so close, their thighs pressed against each other and they could feel the other’s breath.
“You … you got a little here,” Kris replied softly. Using his thumb, he slowly swiped away the hint of color at Adam’s temple.
Kris’ finger lingered as he found himself transfixed by the blue eyes gazing at him.
“Kris?”
“Uh huh?”
“What do you look like?”
“I’m nothing special,” adding silently to himself, ‘not like you’.
“Tell me anyway,” the singer gently pleaded
Kris dropped his hand, feeling a blush heat his cheeks.
“I’m average … brown hair, brown eyes, slim … like I said nothing special.”
Adam reached out and found his hand, holding it tight.
“I wish I could see you.”
Kris didn’t think before he answered. If he had, he never would have voiced it.
“You can … in a way.”
Adam took both of Kris’ hands and begged, “Show me … please.”
The easiest way to show Adam was to “see” Adam first.
As he moved his hands, Kris explained how to see a person’s face with your fingers.
He placed his hands in soft, black hair and relished the silken strands. Each hand moved along the side of Adam’s head, tracing the shapes of his ears and down his jaw line, smiling as he was tickled by stubble. Lifting his hands, he moved up and danced his fingers over the smooth forehead, over his perfect eyebrows and down the bridge and sides of his Romanesque nose. The last places he touched were those inviting lips, lingering along the bottom one and the freckles that decorated it. Warm air flowed over his hand as a smile formed. Kris wasn’t sure but he thought Adam lightly kissed his thumb before Kris reluctantly broke the bond.
“Th-that’s how it’s done,” Kris whispered, trying to steady his voice.
Adam chewed his bottom lip and raised his hands, hovering in space until Kris took hold and set them onto his hair. He’d had students do this before but he’d never feared and relished it so much in one moment. The gentle pressure anchored him in the now, forgetting about what could happen next … what he prayed would happen next … what could ruin his life if it happened next. Following his lead, Adam ran his fingers through the short hair that would never style the way Kris wanted it to; over his ears that had spent nights listening to the perfection that was his student’s voice as it lulled him to sleep; along his jaw and forehead to his nose and finally his lips which stretched into a crooked smile beyond his control. Adam smiled back, keeping his thumbs on his teacher’s mouth. Kris opened his lips to speak and Adam’s finger inadvertently fell into his mouth. Adam didn’t move and Kris closed his mouth, letting his tongue flicker over the polished nail.
The smile on Adam’s face faded, replaced with … wonder.
“You’re right Kris, you aren’t special … you’re perfect,” he whispered sincerely.
After that, everything happened so fast and so slow, it felt like a movie, the kind that wants to make you laugh and cry at the same time. Hands cupped his face and Kris couldn’t help but lean into the touch. Adam tentatively moved closer until their lips barely brushed. Kris’ heart pounding, his dream nanoseconds from coming true.
* riiiiing …. riiiiing …. riiiiing*
Damn, his phone. Kris closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against Adam’s.
“I gotta ….”
“Don’t … please,” Adam begged.
Hating himself, Kris yanked his phone out of his pocket and Adam let him go, putting some distance between them.
“H-hi Cale.”
“You coming with me or what?”
Kris checked the time. His shift was over. Kris checked Adam. The other man looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t.
Fate was sending Kris a message and he knew he’d be an idiot to ignore it.
“Where are you?”
“In the truck with the motor running.”
“I’ll be right there.” Pocketing his phone, Kris got up. “I have to ….”
“Just go.”
“Adam ….”
“Not now Kris ….”
“O-Okay. Good night.”
Kris headed to door and opened it. Stepping through, he pulled it closed but stopped short of shutting it before taking one last glance into the room. Adam had moved to the spot where Kris had been sitting and he was turning on his iPod. The familiar song started up and Adam’s head fell into his hands.
Holding back a sob, Kris closed the door, the music slipping through before he could get away.
♫ You're just too good to be true … ♫