At Peter's comments, the ratings, Adam gave an exaggerated spin as he made his way over to the table. ❝ A zero? Oh, Peter, how you wound me, ❞ he said playfully, finally allowing a grin to spread across his lips. The empath's laugh was pleasant, but most importantly, it hinted the first part of Adam's plan might have been working — endearing himself to Peter. This was not only the easiest part but also the most fun.
❝ No worries; I certainly won't be going outside like this. ❞ Adam was accustomed to adapting to the times, and he would do so eventually once he found out what those adaptions should be — because, yes, Bob had been the only person who visited not in uniform — but for now, there were a few suits, jeans, and button-up shirts in the closet for when they went out. As far as he knew, those never went out of style. In order to spare Peter's eyes, he took off the colorful shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a black tank top underneath.
Luckily, the restaurant had brought plastic utensils and extra plates, seeing as the ones in the cabinet probably had at least a layer of dust on them, if not worse. After fixing his first plate of the evening and pouring each of them a glass of wine, Adam took a seat as his attention returned to Peter. ❝ Wait, how do you know of such ancient subjects? Reruns while growing up? I must say, imagining Angela watching Starsky and Hutch amuses me greatly. ❞
Once Peter was situated, Adam lifted his glass. ❝ To freedom... and Italian food, which we'll be eating for at least a week now. ❞ To say Adam's eyes had been bigger than his stomach when he made the order was an understatement.
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❝ No worries; I certainly won't be going outside like this. ❞ Adam was accustomed to adapting to the times, and he would do so eventually once he found out what those adaptions should be — because, yes, Bob had been the only person who visited not in uniform — but for now, there were a few suits, jeans, and button-up shirts in the closet for when they went out. As far as he knew, those never went out of style. In order to spare Peter's eyes, he took off the colorful shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a black tank top underneath.
Luckily, the restaurant had brought plastic utensils and extra plates, seeing as the ones in the cabinet probably had at least a layer of dust on them, if not worse. After fixing his first plate of the evening and pouring each of them a glass of wine, Adam took a seat as his attention returned to Peter. ❝ Wait, how do you know of such ancient subjects? Reruns while growing up? I must say, imagining Angela watching Starsky and Hutch amuses me greatly. ❞
Once Peter was situated, Adam lifted his glass. ❝ To freedom... and Italian food, which we'll be eating for at least a week now. ❞ To say Adam's eyes had been bigger than his stomach when he made the order was an understatement.