Adam's locking up the moment he feels the car ramp up, pleading as they zoom the rest of the way down the street, and everything's a jumble of color and sight and sound and he's lost. Then he's going head over heels and is in the pavement and nothing of the last twenty seconds is registering.
Adam lifts himself up onto his elbows, any sort of mask of indifference or anger instead replaced with shame, fear, and panic. The words are familiar, and not because Kavinsky may have said them in the past, but because someone else has, which ignites his most ingrained instincts: submit. Obey. Don't give him a reason to make him any angrier.
It's an awful mix of memory, and Adam bolts toward Monmouth, uttering a stream of apologies. It takes him a few tries to make it up the stairs without incident, but he does it, blowing through the door and closing it behind him. When he's away and safe from what's out there, he leans against the wall of the factory and sinks to the floor, letting tears fall when he's sure he's the only one inside.
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Adam lifts himself up onto his elbows, any sort of mask of indifference or anger instead replaced with shame, fear, and panic. The words are familiar, and not because Kavinsky may have said them in the past, but because someone else has, which ignites his most ingrained instincts: submit. Obey. Don't give him a reason to make him any angrier.
It's an awful mix of memory, and Adam bolts toward Monmouth, uttering a stream of apologies. It takes him a few tries to make it up the stairs without incident, but he does it, blowing through the door and closing it behind him. When he's away and safe from what's out there, he leans against the wall of the factory and sinks to the floor, letting tears fall when he's sure he's the only one inside.