fic: Beat Your Love Out Of My Chest (9/?) (Part Two)
Title: Beat Your Love Out Of My Chest
Author:
claire_kay
Rating: PG-13 as always. ;) A few naughty words.
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Here's part two guys, and the links if you need them. :)
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine (Part One)
Adam pulled the blanket over himself. It was starting to get cold out but it was worth suffering the slight chill to not have to stay in the room with Danny and Matt. After an hour of Matt's snoring and the odor of Danny's socks wafting up from the floor, Adam had grabbed up his pillow and retreated to the porch. He had the perfect view out across the meadow. Everything looked so still in the distance, his eyes making out nothing but shadows in the darkness. He rested his head further into the pillow and closed his eyes. He really should have done this sooner, appreciated being here more.
There was no noise from inside the house either. It was an unusual occurrence over the last few day. Even into the early hours of the morning the house seemed to be alive with some kind of activity. Tomorrow was the big day and everyone was going to be up early and preparing, so he enjoyed these brief moments of calm amid the madness.
He shifted slightly against the cushions on the chair. It really wasn't made for someone of his height to sleep on. In fact, he was pretty sure it wasn't made for anyone to sleep on. He pulled the chair that was next to him around so it was facing opposite and pulled his legs up to rest on it, draping the blanket over them as he did. He nestled back into the pillow again, closing his eyes, letting his body relax.
The door behind him creaked, and he really really wanted to ignore it but he knew being out here alone, curled up, trying to sleep would raise questions for whoever it was.
“Adam?”
Adam turned his head to see Kris holding a pillow and sheet in his hand, a small smile across his face. He looked down Adam's body his face shifting to one of confusion clearly taking in the uncomfortable position.
“Danny and Matt were driving me insane.”
Kris nodded, understanding. “Katy and I, we had a fight.”
Adam didn't respond to that. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to be sorry or surprised? Or feel anything towards it at all? Mostly he felt sad for Kris whose expression was falling now as he turned away and looked across the meadow.
“I thought it might be nice to sleep out here... I don't know...”
“No... I get it... I mean, I'm out here too.”
Kris’s hand nervously went up to rub at the back of his neck, his mouth opening and closing uncertainly. “Room for one more?”
Adam looked down at the space on both of the chairs and chuckled slightly. “There's barely room for me.”
“Okay... I'll just sleep on the couch, or...”
“Kris, wait.” Stupid, stupid, stupid. He had nothing past ‘Kris, wait.’ It just fell from his lips so naturally. He knew he didn't want Kris to go, and that in itself was extremely bad. “… It's not like you take up a lot of room.”
“Jerk.” There was humour in Kris's voice that Adam hadn't heard for a really long time. And hearing it should not have left him feeling as staggered as he did. This was stupid and reckless and everything that he had told himself he wouldn't do, and --
Adam shifted his legs over and Kris looked down cautiously at the space on the chair. “I'm not moving my feet. You know how long it took me to get this comfortable?” Adam turned his head away and closed his eyes, butterflies in his stomach when Kris sat down, his legs stretching out to rest on the chair where most of Adam's body was. He heard Kris sigh heavily, moving slowly, trying not to disturb Adam.
“This really isn't comfortable.”
Adam laughed. It really didn't matter how much they adjusted, it was never going to be comfortable. “Nope. But my options are Danny and Matt or sharing the sofa with Anoop's brother, so I'm picking this option.”
“Anoop's brother isn’t cute, then?”
Adam turned his head quickly, eyes wide, to see the amusement across Kris’s face. “Not my type.” He turned his head again but this time he couldn't shut his eyes, couldn't relax enough to want to sleep. It was like Kris's presence had woken up his entire body and all he was aware of was Kris: his laugh, the sound of his voice, the heat radiating off his skin. It shouldn't have been comfortable anymore! It should have been awkward as fuck. When did he let go enough to let this happen?
“Allison told me today that's she's not on Team Adam...” There's still a slight hint of amusement in Kris's voice, whether to do with his previous comment or with Allison, Adam didn't know. Maybe both. That wasn’t what concerned him. What concerned him was how much he liked the sound.
“Funny, she told me the same thing... well, that she's not on Team Kris.”
“You think we should tell her we're not on Team Allison anymore? Throw it in the mix.”
“I don't think we can lie to her. She knows we'll always be on Team Allison.”
There was a small chuckle from Kris again. He whispered, “True.”
He wanted that to be it. That had to be it. If he could just close his eyes and relax and fall asleep this could just be another moment that he could keep and lock away. Another turning point that he could keep to show himself he’s moving on, that he could be like this with Kris, that it could be something other than awkward as fuck. But he had so much more he wanted to say. He was suddenly more aware than ever that there were three years of history that neither of them knew about the other and that, if this was it, if this was the last time they got to speak before they left each other’s lives again was that really the last thing he wanted to have been said?
“Katy talked to me today.”
It wasn't exactly what he had wanted to lead with, but it was what left his mouth, nonetheless. “I guess I'm not surprised,” Kris said. “I'll apologise for her in advance. What did she say?”
“You don't need to apologise for her. She asked me to leave you alone, stay away from you.”
“What did you say to that?” Kris’s voice was curious, any sign that he may have been drifting off to sleep gone. There was enough interest in his voice to make Adam turn his head and look in Kris's direction, their eyes meeting immediately and locking there.
“I told her that what happened was a long time ago. I told her that she was talking to the wrong person. That she should be talking to you.”
“That sort of explains the fight tonight. She came at me with all this shit, asking me what happened all those years ago. Wanting details, explanations to why it happened... I didn't know what to say, how to even explain it. Some things... they just happen don't they? I mean, I knew back then. I knew it was hidden in me somewhere … and I wasn't looking for you but I found you in these crazy circumstances. When I try and explain that, not just to Katy but to anyone I can see that they just don't get it. They weren't there so they don't know. I'm not making any sense...”
“Yeah you are. I get it, I think we... we all formed connections, friendships and unless you were a part of it, you don't understand how it felt. How it still feels.”
“Sometimes, I close my eyes and I'm back in that damn house with all you guys. I think its the happiest I ever felt in my life... that's kinda pathetic...” Kris finished the sentence with a laugh and it was infectious because Adam was laughing with him.
“It's not pathetic. It's sort of sad though. You think of everything you've done since, all those amazing experiences you never would have had, and that time is your happiest?”
“Hmm. What's your happiest moment?”
He should have seen that question coming, and he should have had something prepared like his album launch party, the first night of his solo tour, his album hitting #1 on the billboard charts … It should have been something after the madness of Idol but the words falling out of his mouth without a second thought were, “Being on Idol and trapped inside that stupid house with you guys.”
He laughed and Kris laughed with him, like the most natural thing in the world. “I always sort of thought you hated it. All your friends were right there but you had to stay with us. Sometimes I wondered if you felt a little trapped. I could literally see you itching to do all these things that didn't fit into the perfect little Idol image.”
“I was under the impression that nothing I ever did fit into the perfect Idol image. You trying to shatter my illusion?”
“No, you're right, you broke the mould. But-- I don't know, sometimes I felt like you had to hold yourself back and I could see you doing it. I hated that.” Kris shrugged his shoulders and suddenly broke the gaze between them, his eyes glancing out into the darkness. “Maybe it's because I got to see you when you didn't hold back. You were always yourself with me, no holds barred.”
Kris spoke the words like a confession, like it was something he shouldn't be saying, yet wanting to test how far he could take it, how far he could push it. Adam was indulging him, but something about the night felt reckless and so did he. The person Kris was talking about sounded like a stranger and he wanted to be that person again.
“I never felt like you judged me. You never had expectations of me, so it was easy to be myself around you.”
“Yeah, back at ya.”
Kris was still looking away, his expression almost guilty for bringing it up. Adam wanted to be mad at him for taking things there, but he really couldn't be angry when he was playing along.
“You remember that night you brought that crappy peach schnapps into the house? We snuck away and drank it in our room...” Kris's voice was full of humour again and Adam knew this was his attempt at lightening the conversation.
Adam shook his head, laughing slightly. “You got so drunk on that, it was hilarious. We confirmed that night that Kris Allen cannot handle his drink.”
“I wasn't that drunk.”
“Kris, I beg to differ. If I remember correctly that was the night you decided to play ‘lets count Adam's freckles.’” Adam raised his eyebrows expectantly at Kris and then laughed as Kris threw his head in his hands, the memory coming back with perfect clarity.
“Oh my god... I did do that. At times like this I really wish there was some way of taking away every embarrassing thing I've done and locking it up somewhere.”
“And the heartache.”
Kris was looking at him again, his eyes suddenly serious and thoughtful. “No. I wouldn't take that away. I think I need it, to remember.”
“Remember what?”
“You.”
Adam had to remind himself to breathe. He was aware that he was staring back at Kris, mouth open, unblinking and it wasn't fair that Kris was looking at him like that, his soft, sleepy eyes reminding him of years ago, his bottom lip pushed out before he pulled his teeth over and bit softly and Adam really had to stop staring.
“I think you might be my weakness...”
Adam's eyes grew wider with Kris' words. They were familiar and he waited for Kris to continue, already knowing what was coming next.
“The one thing I'll always need. I keep on searching for something else but its only you I see...”
The words left Kris's mouth thoughtful and easy, but they were Adam's words from a song he wrote years ago. All he could think was that Kris knew, he knew exactly who it was about and was it really worth it now to try and deny it? He stared, wanting Kris to keep talking, to keep saying those words.
“I love that song.” Kris sighed and closed his eyes, his head resting back against his pillow. He looked the most relaxed and peaceful that he had for the entire time there.
“It's about you.”
Kris’s eyes opened again and there was no surprise there. Adam could see that he already knew. Maybe he was feeling the same way so he got it, he understood already. “I bought, like, hundreds of copies of your album, you know...” Kris laughed suddenly, almost like he was embarrassed of what he was about to say. “Everywhere I went, I bought a copy and it took me a really long time before I could sit down and listen to it. But I remember one night Katy was out with friends and I sat there and listened over and over again. It's... beautiful and honest and very Adam Lambert. Everything I expected it to be.”
“I've never listened to yours.”
He worried for a moment that would hurt Kris, but the smile didn't fade from Kris's face. “I bought copies. I have this drawer at home full of the CD but... every time I think I can listen to it... it hurts too much.”
Kris nodded. “I think that's why I listened to yours. I needed it to hurt, I needed to remember how much I hurt you. I refused to let myself off the hook. Everyone around me was saying that I had done the right thing, but it didn't feel right and listening to you, hearing your voice, the words you wrote… I needed that.”
Adam didn't know how to respond to that. He felt some kind of twisted pleasure at the thought of Kris sitting listening to his music, just as lost as he had been. Kris was turning away again, sighing heavily as he looked out across the scenery. “I think I'll be sorry to leave here.”
“Back to Arkansas for you.”
“No.” Kris breathed in deeply and Adam watched his face scrunch up almost in confusion. “I'm not going back to Arkansas. I can't do it anymore. I was watching Katy earlier. She was looking at Megan, Anoop and Ryder and the expression on her face - that's what she wants, that family, and I can never give her that. I don't want that. Not with her. I'm not being fair to her, we're not being fair to each other. It's just... I feel like I'm losing my best friend.”
“You two have been through so much together, you'll always be in each others lives.”
Kris turned to look at him. “There's too much hurt. Me and Katy have been hurting each other for years now and I'm not sure if we can ever get past that.”
“Sometimes you think you can't but...”
“What about me and you? Can we get past it?”
Adam opened his mouth but nothing came out. He felt a slight tinge of panic in his chest. He wasn't ready to answer that. He didn't know, it was all too much, too much Kris, he felt like he was suffocating in it. Kris’s face fell.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...”
“Don't apologise Kris. I just don't know... is that okay?”
“It's okay.” Kris nodded. “If it means we can be like this, like how we are right now, then it's okay.”
Kris shifted slightly in his chair, twisting himself around so his body was facing Adam's legs and the warmth struck him again. He was so aware of Kris and he felt his body tense. Kris must have sensed it and suddenly he felt a warm palm on his leg, resting there gently. “Are you okay?”
His body betraying him, he relaxed under the touch, the warmth from just one touch on his leg now radiating through his entire body. He hadn't realised that he was staring down at Kris' hand until Kris pulled it away.
They looked up at each other again briefly and he wanted to say something else, he wanted to keep the conversation going but Kris was smiling at him softly with tired eyes. “Goodnight, Adam.”
“Goodnight, Kris.”
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Author:
claire_kay
Rating: PG-13 as always. ;) A few naughty words.
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Here's part two guys, and the links if you need them. :)
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine (Part One)
Adam pulled the blanket over himself. It was starting to get cold out but it was worth suffering the slight chill to not have to stay in the room with Danny and Matt. After an hour of Matt's snoring and the odor of Danny's socks wafting up from the floor, Adam had grabbed up his pillow and retreated to the porch. He had the perfect view out across the meadow. Everything looked so still in the distance, his eyes making out nothing but shadows in the darkness. He rested his head further into the pillow and closed his eyes. He really should have done this sooner, appreciated being here more.
There was no noise from inside the house either. It was an unusual occurrence over the last few day. Even into the early hours of the morning the house seemed to be alive with some kind of activity. Tomorrow was the big day and everyone was going to be up early and preparing, so he enjoyed these brief moments of calm amid the madness.
He shifted slightly against the cushions on the chair. It really wasn't made for someone of his height to sleep on. In fact, he was pretty sure it wasn't made for anyone to sleep on. He pulled the chair that was next to him around so it was facing opposite and pulled his legs up to rest on it, draping the blanket over them as he did. He nestled back into the pillow again, closing his eyes, letting his body relax.
The door behind him creaked, and he really really wanted to ignore it but he knew being out here alone, curled up, trying to sleep would raise questions for whoever it was.
“Adam?”
Adam turned his head to see Kris holding a pillow and sheet in his hand, a small smile across his face. He looked down Adam's body his face shifting to one of confusion clearly taking in the uncomfortable position.
“Danny and Matt were driving me insane.”
Kris nodded, understanding. “Katy and I, we had a fight.”
Adam didn't respond to that. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to be sorry or surprised? Or feel anything towards it at all? Mostly he felt sad for Kris whose expression was falling now as he turned away and looked across the meadow.
“I thought it might be nice to sleep out here... I don't know...”
“No... I get it... I mean, I'm out here too.”
Kris’s hand nervously went up to rub at the back of his neck, his mouth opening and closing uncertainly. “Room for one more?”
Adam looked down at the space on both of the chairs and chuckled slightly. “There's barely room for me.”
“Okay... I'll just sleep on the couch, or...”
“Kris, wait.” Stupid, stupid, stupid. He had nothing past ‘Kris, wait.’ It just fell from his lips so naturally. He knew he didn't want Kris to go, and that in itself was extremely bad. “… It's not like you take up a lot of room.”
“Jerk.” There was humour in Kris's voice that Adam hadn't heard for a really long time. And hearing it should not have left him feeling as staggered as he did. This was stupid and reckless and everything that he had told himself he wouldn't do, and --
Adam shifted his legs over and Kris looked down cautiously at the space on the chair. “I'm not moving my feet. You know how long it took me to get this comfortable?” Adam turned his head away and closed his eyes, butterflies in his stomach when Kris sat down, his legs stretching out to rest on the chair where most of Adam's body was. He heard Kris sigh heavily, moving slowly, trying not to disturb Adam.
“This really isn't comfortable.”
Adam laughed. It really didn't matter how much they adjusted, it was never going to be comfortable. “Nope. But my options are Danny and Matt or sharing the sofa with Anoop's brother, so I'm picking this option.”
“Anoop's brother isn’t cute, then?”
Adam turned his head quickly, eyes wide, to see the amusement across Kris’s face. “Not my type.” He turned his head again but this time he couldn't shut his eyes, couldn't relax enough to want to sleep. It was like Kris's presence had woken up his entire body and all he was aware of was Kris: his laugh, the sound of his voice, the heat radiating off his skin. It shouldn't have been comfortable anymore! It should have been awkward as fuck. When did he let go enough to let this happen?
“Allison told me today that's she's not on Team Adam...” There's still a slight hint of amusement in Kris's voice, whether to do with his previous comment or with Allison, Adam didn't know. Maybe both. That wasn’t what concerned him. What concerned him was how much he liked the sound.
“Funny, she told me the same thing... well, that she's not on Team Kris.”
“You think we should tell her we're not on Team Allison anymore? Throw it in the mix.”
“I don't think we can lie to her. She knows we'll always be on Team Allison.”
There was a small chuckle from Kris again. He whispered, “True.”
He wanted that to be it. That had to be it. If he could just close his eyes and relax and fall asleep this could just be another moment that he could keep and lock away. Another turning point that he could keep to show himself he’s moving on, that he could be like this with Kris, that it could be something other than awkward as fuck. But he had so much more he wanted to say. He was suddenly more aware than ever that there were three years of history that neither of them knew about the other and that, if this was it, if this was the last time they got to speak before they left each other’s lives again was that really the last thing he wanted to have been said?
“Katy talked to me today.”
It wasn't exactly what he had wanted to lead with, but it was what left his mouth, nonetheless. “I guess I'm not surprised,” Kris said. “I'll apologise for her in advance. What did she say?”
“You don't need to apologise for her. She asked me to leave you alone, stay away from you.”
“What did you say to that?” Kris’s voice was curious, any sign that he may have been drifting off to sleep gone. There was enough interest in his voice to make Adam turn his head and look in Kris's direction, their eyes meeting immediately and locking there.
“I told her that what happened was a long time ago. I told her that she was talking to the wrong person. That she should be talking to you.”
“That sort of explains the fight tonight. She came at me with all this shit, asking me what happened all those years ago. Wanting details, explanations to why it happened... I didn't know what to say, how to even explain it. Some things... they just happen don't they? I mean, I knew back then. I knew it was hidden in me somewhere … and I wasn't looking for you but I found you in these crazy circumstances. When I try and explain that, not just to Katy but to anyone I can see that they just don't get it. They weren't there so they don't know. I'm not making any sense...”
“Yeah you are. I get it, I think we... we all formed connections, friendships and unless you were a part of it, you don't understand how it felt. How it still feels.”
“Sometimes, I close my eyes and I'm back in that damn house with all you guys. I think its the happiest I ever felt in my life... that's kinda pathetic...” Kris finished the sentence with a laugh and it was infectious because Adam was laughing with him.
“It's not pathetic. It's sort of sad though. You think of everything you've done since, all those amazing experiences you never would have had, and that time is your happiest?”
“Hmm. What's your happiest moment?”
He should have seen that question coming, and he should have had something prepared like his album launch party, the first night of his solo tour, his album hitting #1 on the billboard charts … It should have been something after the madness of Idol but the words falling out of his mouth without a second thought were, “Being on Idol and trapped inside that stupid house with you guys.”
He laughed and Kris laughed with him, like the most natural thing in the world. “I always sort of thought you hated it. All your friends were right there but you had to stay with us. Sometimes I wondered if you felt a little trapped. I could literally see you itching to do all these things that didn't fit into the perfect little Idol image.”
“I was under the impression that nothing I ever did fit into the perfect Idol image. You trying to shatter my illusion?”
“No, you're right, you broke the mould. But-- I don't know, sometimes I felt like you had to hold yourself back and I could see you doing it. I hated that.” Kris shrugged his shoulders and suddenly broke the gaze between them, his eyes glancing out into the darkness. “Maybe it's because I got to see you when you didn't hold back. You were always yourself with me, no holds barred.”
Kris spoke the words like a confession, like it was something he shouldn't be saying, yet wanting to test how far he could take it, how far he could push it. Adam was indulging him, but something about the night felt reckless and so did he. The person Kris was talking about sounded like a stranger and he wanted to be that person again.
“I never felt like you judged me. You never had expectations of me, so it was easy to be myself around you.”
“Yeah, back at ya.”
Kris was still looking away, his expression almost guilty for bringing it up. Adam wanted to be mad at him for taking things there, but he really couldn't be angry when he was playing along.
“You remember that night you brought that crappy peach schnapps into the house? We snuck away and drank it in our room...” Kris's voice was full of humour again and Adam knew this was his attempt at lightening the conversation.
Adam shook his head, laughing slightly. “You got so drunk on that, it was hilarious. We confirmed that night that Kris Allen cannot handle his drink.”
“I wasn't that drunk.”
“Kris, I beg to differ. If I remember correctly that was the night you decided to play ‘lets count Adam's freckles.’” Adam raised his eyebrows expectantly at Kris and then laughed as Kris threw his head in his hands, the memory coming back with perfect clarity.
“Oh my god... I did do that. At times like this I really wish there was some way of taking away every embarrassing thing I've done and locking it up somewhere.”
“And the heartache.”
Kris was looking at him again, his eyes suddenly serious and thoughtful. “No. I wouldn't take that away. I think I need it, to remember.”
“Remember what?”
“You.”
Adam had to remind himself to breathe. He was aware that he was staring back at Kris, mouth open, unblinking and it wasn't fair that Kris was looking at him like that, his soft, sleepy eyes reminding him of years ago, his bottom lip pushed out before he pulled his teeth over and bit softly and Adam really had to stop staring.
“I think you might be my weakness...”
Adam's eyes grew wider with Kris' words. They were familiar and he waited for Kris to continue, already knowing what was coming next.
“The one thing I'll always need. I keep on searching for something else but its only you I see...”
The words left Kris's mouth thoughtful and easy, but they were Adam's words from a song he wrote years ago. All he could think was that Kris knew, he knew exactly who it was about and was it really worth it now to try and deny it? He stared, wanting Kris to keep talking, to keep saying those words.
“I love that song.” Kris sighed and closed his eyes, his head resting back against his pillow. He looked the most relaxed and peaceful that he had for the entire time there.
“It's about you.”
Kris’s eyes opened again and there was no surprise there. Adam could see that he already knew. Maybe he was feeling the same way so he got it, he understood already. “I bought, like, hundreds of copies of your album, you know...” Kris laughed suddenly, almost like he was embarrassed of what he was about to say. “Everywhere I went, I bought a copy and it took me a really long time before I could sit down and listen to it. But I remember one night Katy was out with friends and I sat there and listened over and over again. It's... beautiful and honest and very Adam Lambert. Everything I expected it to be.”
“I've never listened to yours.”
He worried for a moment that would hurt Kris, but the smile didn't fade from Kris's face. “I bought copies. I have this drawer at home full of the CD but... every time I think I can listen to it... it hurts too much.”
Kris nodded. “I think that's why I listened to yours. I needed it to hurt, I needed to remember how much I hurt you. I refused to let myself off the hook. Everyone around me was saying that I had done the right thing, but it didn't feel right and listening to you, hearing your voice, the words you wrote… I needed that.”
Adam didn't know how to respond to that. He felt some kind of twisted pleasure at the thought of Kris sitting listening to his music, just as lost as he had been. Kris was turning away again, sighing heavily as he looked out across the scenery. “I think I'll be sorry to leave here.”
“Back to Arkansas for you.”
“No.” Kris breathed in deeply and Adam watched his face scrunch up almost in confusion. “I'm not going back to Arkansas. I can't do it anymore. I was watching Katy earlier. She was looking at Megan, Anoop and Ryder and the expression on her face - that's what she wants, that family, and I can never give her that. I don't want that. Not with her. I'm not being fair to her, we're not being fair to each other. It's just... I feel like I'm losing my best friend.”
“You two have been through so much together, you'll always be in each others lives.”
Kris turned to look at him. “There's too much hurt. Me and Katy have been hurting each other for years now and I'm not sure if we can ever get past that.”
“Sometimes you think you can't but...”
“What about me and you? Can we get past it?”
Adam opened his mouth but nothing came out. He felt a slight tinge of panic in his chest. He wasn't ready to answer that. He didn't know, it was all too much, too much Kris, he felt like he was suffocating in it. Kris’s face fell.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...”
“Don't apologise Kris. I just don't know... is that okay?”
“It's okay.” Kris nodded. “If it means we can be like this, like how we are right now, then it's okay.”
Kris shifted slightly in his chair, twisting himself around so his body was facing Adam's legs and the warmth struck him again. He was so aware of Kris and he felt his body tense. Kris must have sensed it and suddenly he felt a warm palm on his leg, resting there gently. “Are you okay?”
His body betraying him, he relaxed under the touch, the warmth from just one touch on his leg now radiating through his entire body. He hadn't realised that he was staring down at Kris' hand until Kris pulled it away.
They looked up at each other again briefly and he wanted to say something else, he wanted to keep the conversation going but Kris was smiling at him softly with tired eyes. “Goodnight, Adam.”
“Goodnight, Kris.”
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