( there was always a trail of guilt that followed adam wherever he went since he met maria and they had gone out, and were officially 'dating'. he had tried his best to remain positive about things and not fall into old habits, but a part of him wondered if she saw who he really was, would she appreciate him more? when she finally had enough of him and walked out? at least he had been honest right?
yet the more he settled into who he was, the more she seemed to like him. his ire was never ever against her- why would it be? when she had been so perfect, kind, and mesmerizing? but he couldn't help but rant to her, hoping she took it as a 'he trusts me, that's why he's telling me' kind of thing. he also started to dislike the idea of never seeing her, of not having her around, and not sharing his life with her. the problem was he had very little to share beyond what he could offer - a place for her to crash if she got too tired, a cat to love when he wasn't around, and someone who genuinely cared for her as a person. it wasn't that he didn't want to cross that threshold with her, he genuinely did. he just wasn't sure if it would be right. deep down he was selfish, he genuinely wanted her to be his girlfriend but he felt unworthy of the task.
today though was a day where he had very little time to think about the state of their relationship. he had been out on a stakeout, following and observing the doctor he had mentioned to her before. in an attempt to get a so called 'money shot', he had left his car in front of a fire hydrant he had failed to notice and when he returned, there was a rather expensive ticket waiting for him. the cost was the equivalent to a day's work which normally he wouldn't care about, but now that he had actually started thinking about moving somewhere nicer for maria's sake, put a dent in his plans.
naturally that led to him rushing back home, feet stomping angrily as every little thing and person he encountered back seemed to aggravate him further. once he reached the door of his apartment he let out a loud huff before walking in and slamming the door behind him. adam had been so wrapped up in his anger that he hadn't realized maria was there with his cat. )
Yeah well I need a drink.
( he would apologize later, he made a note of this. for now though he simply walked into his kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling a bottle of whiskey. his next movements were much like the last- slamming the fridge door close, slamming the cabinet door open, and slamming two glass cups on the kitchen counter. )
I fucking hate cops you know? I just got the best gift ever, a $400 parking ticket.
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yet the more he settled into who he was, the more she seemed to like him. his ire was never ever against her- why would it be? when she had been so perfect, kind, and mesmerizing? but he couldn't help but rant to her, hoping she took it as a 'he trusts me, that's why he's telling me' kind of thing. he also started to dislike the idea of never seeing her, of not having her around, and not sharing his life with her. the problem was he had very little to share beyond what he could offer - a place for her to crash if she got too tired, a cat to love when he wasn't around, and someone who genuinely cared for her as a person. it wasn't that he didn't want to cross that threshold with her, he genuinely did. he just wasn't sure if it would be right. deep down he was selfish, he genuinely wanted her to be his girlfriend but he felt unworthy of the task.
today though was a day where he had very little time to think about the state of their relationship. he had been out on a stakeout, following and observing the doctor he had mentioned to her before. in an attempt to get a so called 'money shot', he had left his car in front of a fire hydrant he had failed to notice and when he returned, there was a rather expensive ticket waiting for him. the cost was the equivalent to a day's work which normally he wouldn't care about, but now that he had actually started thinking about moving somewhere nicer for maria's sake, put a dent in his plans.
naturally that led to him rushing back home, feet stomping angrily as every little thing and person he encountered back seemed to aggravate him further. once he reached the door of his apartment he let out a loud huff before walking in and slamming the door behind him. adam had been so wrapped up in his anger that he hadn't realized maria was there with his cat. )
Yeah well I need a drink.
( he would apologize later, he made a note of this. for now though he simply walked into his kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling a bottle of whiskey. his next movements were much like the last- slamming the fridge door close, slamming the cabinet door open, and slamming two glass cups on the kitchen counter. )
I fucking hate cops you know? I just got the best gift ever, a $400 parking ticket.