[ the secret, adam, is to be high literally at all times. you learn to compensate. mostly.

he freezes at ronan's mention, going absolutely still, heart beating hard for a few moments in some emotion he doesn't want to examine too closely.

lynch and parrish live together. out of convenience or something else? how long's kavinsky been dead to them? does it even matter?

his lips curl in a smirk. ] It's cute that you're trying, baby, but I think you've forgotten something. [ he steps in close again, wagging his finger, dark eyes hollow as he gets practically up in adam's face. ] Me and Lynch, we're like fire and gasoline, ain't we? [ he kisses the tip of his finger, then drops the finger on the end of adam's nose. ]