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[icanhasmemories]

Maybe an orange sort of glow precedes him, or it's just a trick of the light.

Either way, there's an Adam in the Nexus. He's doubled over, pale, shaking. His arms clutch his stomach, his head, and he stumbles to a couch to collapse onto it.

Perhaps the lights in the Nexus are on the fritz, because there's - shadows, it must be, flickering over Adam's

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He Probably Doesn't Want In There, Trust Me.

[edged_sword]

He looks up quietly from the notebook he's been reading, and there's a half-smile as he remembers.

"My birthday. I was nine years old. My friends and I sat on the porch and drank lemonade and ate cookies. Then Father took us to the mall."

There's an unconscious touch to the breast pocket of his jacket where his wallet is kept, before he looks more closely at Adam.

"Are you... quite well?"

[icanhasmemories]

"Just winded," Adam says, holding a hand to his chest. "Touch of the flu. Might have a fever." That's said in a 'why don't you come here and check?' way. "When's your birthday? Summer?"

[edged_sword]

"I'm sorry to hear it."

If it were not for a general aversion to having his own personal space intruded into, he might have been inclined to be more solicitous. But Edgeworth's not a doctor, and unless the man collapses, which seems unlikely, he's content to trust in his ability to judge his own health.

"Late spring. May."

Almost as an afterthought.

"My name is Edgeworth. Usually, I reside in Los Angeles."

[icanhasmemories]

"I always liked spring. Summer, too. Plenty of nice memories." No one notices if he takes one or two. "Adam. Adam Smith. I... travel."

Go for it! I live to torture her.

[welcometo_life]

"I don't....really have any good memories."

Every single one of you is warped inside. ...I love it.

[icanhasmemories]

Adam frowns. "None? You've got to have one." He'll gladly create one for her. A smile replaces his frown and he opens his arm in welcome, nodding to the couch. "Nothing from when you were a kid?"

Sad but true..

[welcometo_life]

Cautiously, Elle moved to take a seat next to him on the couch. Careful not to get too close. "Any good memories I had from childhood were erased a long time ago."

[icanhasmemories]

Aww, Elle, he's not going to bite. And he might not be able to bring those memories back, but he can put new ones, better ones in their place.

"Really?" He shifts the slightest bit closer, interested, curious, sympathetic. "That must be terrible."

[icanhasmemories]

"Pompeii?" Curiosity, not surprise. "Were you there for the eruption as well?"

[icanhasmemories]

That is rich. Adam's very tempted to burst into laughter and slap his knee, but that might send the wrong impression. He schools his features into a look of confusion, concern. "You caused it?"

[victormakesart]

((If it does end up happening, I'm a little nervous about there being too big an alteration. If he puts himself in her brainplace as a friend, she wouldn't think twice!))

He didn't look right, (weird Nexus light or not) pale and shaking was sucksville and Victor wanted to help. "Oh man, do you need anything? Do you need some water? Something?"

[icanhasmemories]

Adam grimaces and opens an eye to look at Victor, offering a tired smile. "Water'd be great, thanks."

[victormakesart]

She quickly tugged a waterbottle out of her backpack, offering it to him with one of those painfully eager-to-help looks. "Anything else? I have tylenol, ibuprofen, and icepacks."

[icanhasmemories]

Adam takes the water bottle gratefully and brushes her fingers just slightly as he does. It's not long enough to form anything solid, but there's an air of familiarity around him now. "All of the above," he says, and takes a sip from the bottle. "Cheers."

He can try. TARDIS is rather stronger than Adam, though.

[his_ship]

"Why?"

[icanhasmemories]

"I don't have many of my own these days." Adam doesn't bother opening his eyes, just slumps against the couch with a 'feel bad for me' air about him. "I'd like to hear something uplifting."

[his_ship]

"My memories are private. Feed off of somebody else's."

[icanhasmemories]

Adam's head snaps up. Damnit. His glare quickly melts into a pleading look.

"Please. Just one. I - I'm dying, I can feel it."