Adam flushes. "Then stop acting like you'd rather be anywhere but near me. I get that I don't know you, but I know that your life holds more value than some assholes who tricked you," he says, then turns and starts walking back upstairs. "I'll be in my room. Let me know if you decide that your life is worth living." He storms back to his room and closes the door behind him, locking it and muttering, "Tas," to lock it behind him. He pulls his guitar out of the Duat and tears the charm from where it was tied on the pegs, throwing it onto the bedside table.
Adam?
Not now, Ihy. Please.