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Adam felt weightless. Cold, but like he could float all the way to the clouds.
Shouting interrupted his tranquil journey, causing him to drift back. It became all Adam could hear. Staticky yells that he couldn't bring himself to listen to, until the voice sharpened.
“-dam! Adam! Adam, wake up, god damn it! Adam, come o-”
Funny, he thought mindlessly. Kinda sounds like Reeve..
Mentally, Adam laughed. No way would Reeve of all people be begging Adam to wake up.
Adam was interrupted by shouting once more, except this time it was joyful and booming. Finally, Adam couldn’t hold onto his consciousness any longer, so he allowed himself to drift off, everything falling silent.
( ｀o´)_θ☆( >_<)
When Adam’s eyes fluttered open, the world was dark and quiet. Paranoid thoughts raced into his mind, and he was about to try to sluggishly climb out from the admittedly soft bed, before feeling someone’s warm breath on his cheek. He turned slowly.
Who is that? He realised a hand was in his too, their fingers interlocked. Gently, felt the hand squeeze his softly. He lifted their hands towards himself. Reeve.
Adam knew it was him without a doubt. He would be able to find Reeve if he went blind or if he went deaf, not that he would ever admit that to anyone.
Adam wondered what had happened and where they were. He should probably wake Reeve up and demand answers, but someone had laid a thick blanket over them with care, and Reeve’s body was so, so warm, and most importantly, Adam trusted Reeve. So, once more he drifted off, this time clutching their conjoined hand between them, resting his face near it, just close enough to kiss Reeve’s hand if he wanted to. Not that he did, or even thought about it. No, definitely not. That would be absurd.
That night, Adam dreamed of Reeve. He dreamed of their best memories, which is essentially any memory with Reeve until they fell out.
He dreamed of their wild and boisterous game nights, trying to shove the others' controllers and chucking popcorn at each other.
He dreamed of their quiet, lazy movie weekends, where they would lay tangled under the covers all day, watching anything. They didn’t care that they were ‘wasting the day’, as long as they got to do it together.
He dreamed of their picnics, they would spend the day pretending to cloud watch or star gaze, but really they were just sneaking glances at each other.
He dreamed of their late night discussions, when they admitted their deepest fears, confessions, and secrets to one another. When they cried, and comforted, and fell asleep knowing that nothing could hurt them when they curled up together.
For the first time since they’d been stuck in Hollow Life, Adam felt truly and utterly safe.