Adam's ears perked as everything around him, seemed to freeze mentally, and many words were spoken in the distance and the foreground. He moved to the back, gesturing for Peter to stand behind him as a friendly follow. Then, with closed eyes and a lowered head he sat with his right shoulder braced against the door frame of the exit door that Erin burst through, he then kicked his heel off the ground and turned with a swift irritation in his movements that placed him adjacent, and a few feet in front of, Oscar. Adam stood with curled fists and clenched teeth. His eyes were closed yet again, this time un-bearing to open. His eyes, while shut, were fixated on the floor, presenting a drooped head and a tightly stout figure. He spoke, but the first sentence was short and almost unnerved to escape his lips. "You talk about some people not having the luxury to hate this camp, because it is their home..." His sentence, while brief and almost stone-faced in pace, was in a quirky voice. It sounded as if it were said by sorrow wrapped in anger, and it was for once.

"... But what you don't realize, is that while many call this home.." He paused and took a deep breath through his grinding teeth while shaking his shoulders a little, but then continued on. "..many don't have the [b][i]luxury[/i][/b] of knowing what a home is anymore..." Adam's heart felt like it was sinking, but also rupturing at the same time. His muscles quivered beneath his skin and he raised his head to stare Oscar down a moment before giving him a glare. "Don't ever, and I mean [i]ever[/i] threaten her for hating the camp. This is place may be home to some, but to her.." He broke off again while taking another deep breath, before speaking more. "If you think she can seem evil, you have no idea what someone with a harsh winter's heart can do my friend, it is literally a heart of cold." He stood their a moment, seemingly frozen in his emotional state and his physical bearing. He then turned after finally breaking his mind loose from the emotional waves and he kicked up into a jog after Erin, heading towards the cabin.

He quickened his pace after exiting the back door, and with each step a thick layer of ice was left in his shoe print, while his eyes gleamed a now brilliant turquoise and they shimmered as the sky seemed to gray over the blue. It was slowly drawing into a shower, as the forecasters had predicted. The droplets of water began to mist from the sky and fall down upon the now dreary looking camp, all for Adam. As the drops got within feet of Adam they seemed to freeze into hail and fall with a tiny thud off his body and the ground around him until he finally reached the doorway of the cabin. He forced himself through the cabin quickly before making it to the door of her room and standing outside of it with the infamous drooped head. He slowly raised a hand and then knocked on the with a single, light, knock and soft, care-filled words. "Erin.. I am sorry, may I come in?"