Sunlight shone in through the thin white fabric of window curtains, spreading along the leather back of a couch, a bare chest, and then finally over closed eyes. As the sun rose further over the horizon, the light it produced became brighter, causing the eyes to squeeze shut in disapproval. After a few moments, they opened, squinting into the brightness. Blue-grey eyes facing the window, looking into the new day outside.

Adam, the owner of the eyes, groaned as he rolled over, lifting his head off of the chest of the man underneath him. Having no more couch to roll over onto, he plopped to the floor with a small grunt. Sitting up, Adam rested his back against the couch, the leather feeling cool against his bare skin that had been revealed when his shirt had been pulled up slightly while falling onto the ground.

Silent images moved on the TV screen across the room from Adam. He stared at the screen blankly for a few moments before blinking, trying to wake up more. Then, turning slightly, he placed one hand on the coffee table before him and the other on the couch, turning back around to move back up to the raised surface. However, just as he was raising himself up, he froze as he saw the other man on the couch.

The sunlight was now covering Lawrence's face and chest as he continued to sleep on the couch cushions. Adam hadn't remembered falling asleep so close to him and blushed slightly at the thought. He ran his eyes along Lawrence's face and chest, admiring how his skin almost seemed to glow in the sun rays. But then, his eyes flicked downwards, skipping over the blue plaid pajama pants Lawrence wore, to fall onto his right foot. Or at least, where his right foot should have been. Instead of soft skin, there was hard plastic. It was the color of Lawrence's skin, sure. But the obvious stiffness and slight shine it gave off easily proved it was not real skin.

Sighing, Adam looked away, not wanting to remember the events that had happened in that bathroom almost half a year ago. It was thanks to Lawrence that Adam was even alive. By sacrificing his own foot and dragging himself away from that place, he saved him. Adam shuddered at the thought that he could have been left there to rot and die, completely forgotten. As if in response to the memory, without thinking about what he was doing, Adam brought his left hand up to his right shoulder. Luckily, the wound he had received from Lawrence's gunshot had healed for the most part. Although, he still had the stitches in his arm and was told he would have quite a nasty scar due to bad infection.

Both Adam and Lawrence had checked out of the hospital a couple of days earlier and were now in Lawrence's house, continuing to recover together. Adam had been ready to leave the hospital almost three weeks before Lawrence had been, but he insisted that he needed to stay. He hadn't wanted to leave without Lawrence. Once the two of them were in their recovery stage, they shared a hospital room, their beds next to one another's. They had talked quite a bit, getting to know each other and bond more every day.

About a week and a half before they left, Lawrence found out his wife, Alison, wanted a divorce. She told him she was sorry, but couldn't deal with the stress anymore. He reluctantly signed the papers and she informed him that she was moving to another state with their daughter, Diana. He took this second bit of information harder than the actual divorce itself, his daughter being so important to him, but was promised he could see her and she could see him whenever they wanted to.

Adam attempted to help Lawrence feel better, talking to him, telling him it would be okay as they both lay in their hospital beds. It seemed to work after a few days. Either that or Lawrence was just pretending it did. Whether it really helped all that much or not, he managed to push it to the side of his mind as he and Adam bonded further, both finding they were beginning to feel differently about each other. Feeling as if it wasn't friendship they had, but something more.

Between Adam and Lawrence's open conversations, Adam found time to complain about the no smoking rule the hospital had. A few times he had tried to figure out how he could get a cigarette in the hospital, making up his mind that he would smoke even if it was against the rules. But, this failed due to the fact that he wasn't ready to leave the hospital and had no contacts that would be willing to bring him his addiction. He was becoming more irritable without his nicotine, and gave the nurses hell, saying to one of them, "I swear to God… The first thing I'll do once I'm out of here is smoke a whole damn pack…"

A few days before they left the hospital room, Lawrence began to talk about what it would be like to go back home. He had sounded fairly positive at first, looking forward to leaving the hospital, but then had sighed and mentioned that his house would feel empty. Talking without completely thinking it through first, Adam had said he wouldn't mind keeping him company. Lawrence had blushed as soon as Adam suggested this and looked away with a small smile before agreeing. After a few moments he had then laughed, telling Adam, "I'll let you in my house. But you have to promise you won't smoke a whole pack of cigarettes…"

This only received a roll of Adams eyes.

And this is how the two of them ended up where they are now; in Lawrence's large house's living room. Lawrence had begun to wake up slowly behind Adam who was now watching the muted TV screen again, but also on the brink of falling back to sleep, sitting on the floor and leaning against the couch once more.

Adam's eyes were just starting to slowly close again, his head sagging down slightly, but then he heard a small knock. He opened his eyes again and tilted his head back up to look down the hall. Not knowing if he was just hearing things, Adam didn't move, waiting to hear the sound again. Then there it was, the same quiet knocking that seemed to be coming from the front door. Adam hesitated, turning back to look to Lawrence, not sure if he should answer the door.

Lawrence's eye's were still closed, so Adam assumed he was still sleeping and hadn't heard the knocking. Not wanting to disturb Lawrence's much needed sleep, Adam quickly got up as quietly as he could and turned out of the living room starting to make his way down the hall towards the front door. Once he reached it, Adam peered out of the small window by the door, feeling extra cautious after his experience with Jigsaw. Before, he would have just opened the door without a thought. But now, he could never be sure whether or not the person on the other side of the door was a friend, or an unknown being in a pig mask, ready to kidnap him and force him into another one of those so called 'games'.

But now, looking through the window didn't give him any comfort or prove to be helpful at all. From what Adam could see through the small peephole in the frosted glass, the front porch was empty. Standing up and away from the window, Adam reached for the lock on the door. He slowly turned it, unlocking the door, the only barrier of any sick minded person that could be out there. He then moved to the doorknob, placing his hand on it. But before he began to turn that, he bent over to take another look out the window, hoping he might see one of Lawrence's neighbors or something. Still, nobody there. Big surprise.

Adam stood up again, his hand still on the doorknob. He shook his head to himself, not believing he could be this fearful. It's probably just a fucking box delivery or something... Geeze Adam, chill out.

Taking in a deep breath, Adam began to open the door very slowly, standing slightly behind it, still feeling the need for some protection just in case there was somebody dangerous out there. Once the door was open far enough, Adam stuck his head out a little ways. There was no box or any sort of delivery item on the porch. He stuck out his head a little farther, looking around to see if there was anyone near that could have been knocking. Still not seeing anyone or anything, Adam pulled his head back in and closed the door much more quickly than the speed in which he had opened it, letting out a long breath that he had been holding in without realizing it.

Adam leaned against the door for just a few moments before standing up straight again and heading back down the hall towards the living room, or more importantly, towards Lawrence. He headed back to his place between the couch and the coffee table and just as he was about to sit down again, Adam saw Lawrence's eye's open and look up to him. "Somebody there?"

Looking down at Lawrence, it took Adam a few seconds to process the words, surprised Lawrence was awake. "What?"

Lawrence let out a sigh now and shook his head with a slight smile. "The door Adam. Was there somebody there?"

"Oh. No, there wasn't." Adam shook his head.

Lawrence gave Adam a quizzical look, "I may have just woken up, but I'm awake enough to tell that there's something bothering you Adam. What is it…?"

Adam let out a long sigh now, not wanting to share with Lawrence what had happened, but knowing from past experience that he should while also not wanting to argue so early in the morning, he just spit it out, "I heard a knock. And there was nobody there when I went to answer it."

Nodding Lawrence answered, wanting to reassure Adam it was nothing, seeing that he seemed to be concerned about it. "Well, I'm sure it was just a neighbor, or a solicitor. Knowing you… you probably just didn't get there fast enough and they left."

Adam nodded to this, agreeing, as Lawrence sat up on the couch. Now that there was room on the sofa for the two of them, Adam sat down on it next to Lawrence. "Yeah… Your probably right."