[He takes the leash out of his pocket and clips it on so that Mr. Dog can no longer just up and run away on him. It might be time for a walk, just to get away from all the people.
It's not Finnick who's the problem, per se, but he's part of a language Adam has trouble speaking after the Cage. This guy is different, and not just because some odd crap has come out of Finnick's mouth in their short conversation. Like a lot of people in the mansion, he's self-assured and he smiles easily. "Laidback" isn't quite the right word for people here, but more easygoing than Adam himself. Adam is like the incomplete sculpture, jagged, with edges that cut, while everyone else is a finished product, smooth, easier to look at. In moments like these, where some of his edges are showing and he finds he can't smile back, Adam wonders what old Adam would have done better, how he got to this point, always on the lookout for the Machiavellian twist. He thinks he'll never understand it, how things like Michael and Zachariah can smile so nicely and be so inhuman, how people like Dean can make earnest promises and still look at themselves in the mirror when they choose not to follow through.
And then he thinks maybe it's better not to smile. At least he's not lying to anyone, or pretending.
It's close enough to the truth to be the truth, if he doesn't try to be unpleasant or show off sharp edges and still ends up that way. He follows Finnick with his eyes a moment before lowering them. He made it through another conversation and no one mentioned vessels or Winchesters--that's still progress, right?]
Yeah.
[Only very late does it occur to Adam to add something to this tender farewell.]
I'll do it with a sledgehammer. X(
It's not Finnick who's the problem, per se, but he's part of a language Adam has trouble speaking after the Cage. This guy is different, and not just because some odd crap has come out of Finnick's mouth in their short conversation. Like a lot of people in the mansion, he's self-assured and he smiles easily. "Laidback" isn't quite the right word for people here, but more easygoing than Adam himself. Adam is like the incomplete sculpture, jagged, with edges that cut, while everyone else is a finished product, smooth, easier to look at. In moments like these, where some of his edges are showing and he finds he can't smile back, Adam wonders what old Adam would have done better, how he got to this point, always on the lookout for the Machiavellian twist. He thinks he'll never understand it, how things like Michael and Zachariah can smile so nicely and be so inhuman, how people like Dean can make earnest promises and still look at themselves in the mirror when they choose not to follow through.
And then he thinks maybe it's better not to smile. At least he's not lying to anyone, or pretending.
It's close enough to the truth to be the truth, if he doesn't try to be unpleasant or show off sharp edges and still ends up that way. He follows Finnick with his eyes a moment before lowering them. He made it through another conversation and no one mentioned vessels or Winchesters--that's still progress, right?]
Yeah.
[Only very late does it occur to Adam to add something to this tender farewell.]
Sorry you're out a fish. I'll add it to my IOU.