iamthefirechild:
Summer frowned up at him. “Hey, are you okay?” Adam never really /looked/ happy, but what she felt from him right now — it worried her.
He cocked a brow. “Okay? Such a mediocre word isn’t it? yes, I am okay and fine, and dandy etc etc.”
Her frown creased deeper. “That’s not a very good lie. What’s going on?”
Sighing, he let his head fall back. “The weight of years,” he muttered. “They set upon my shoulders like the world upon the back of Atlas.”
“Oh dear.” Summer chewed on her lip, still frowning up at him. “Do you want to talk about it?”