[Crime scene. The guy called it a crime scene, but what he'd really meant was...
Adam wouldn't stop being thankful he could hide behind the audio-only function for a long while yet. Out of sight, he pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. He's used to his own mangled body, his own mangled flesh, not other people's.]
Doubt it.
[He could have tried to say "yeah, maybe" or something like it, but it's false sentiment and Adam can't bring himself to pretend, even for a near stranger. That big, relieved exhale Angel's thinking of is more like a choking ball of pressure in Adam's chest.]
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Adam wouldn't stop being thankful he could hide behind the audio-only function for a long while yet. Out of sight, he pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. He's used to his own mangled body, his own mangled flesh, not other people's.]
Doubt it.
[He could have tried to say "yeah, maybe" or something like it, but it's false sentiment and Adam can't bring himself to pretend, even for a near stranger. That big, relieved exhale Angel's thinking of is more like a choking ball of pressure in Adam's chest.]
Go, yeah. Do what you have to.