( thankfully for maria [and himself], it wasn't too hard to distract him from his anger and cynic tendencies. with one brush of her leg against his own, he was already starting to feel that jolt of electricity that drove him to even ask her out properly in the first place. slowly he leaned forward to place his cup on the coffee table — a wooden panel on top of a couple of cinder blocks. suitable decor for a bachelor like himself living in a literal shithole. )

Finally, some good fucking news.

( his tone is slightly less grated now, and he returned the gesture before he began to slowly calm himself down. for as restrained and reserved as he had been in the several weeks they had been dating, even he couldn't help but notice just how alluring she looked in these moments. adam knew that she had to keep up a certain appearance for the line of work she did and frankly he wasn't the jealous type.

he just felt lucky he could be here like this with her, glancing at her and enjoying how and who she was. it was here though that he began to feel the sting of regret for his behavior. his poor cat probably hated him now-

especially when he had promised him he would love him when everyone else seemed to view him as a pest. )

I'm...

( he took a deep breath, his eyes locking into hers before his gaze went down and he took one last look at her body. )

I'm sorry for scaring you and Mr. Whiskers. I fucked up today and I was pissed.