Tommy's POV-ish
Tommy liked to talk. I fact, it was on his list of top 10 favorite things. But at home, nobody listened. Definitely not his father, and his mother… she didn't want to get punished by Gregory for defending her child. Yeah, sweet life, huh?
"And… my dad just SMACK, hit me right in the nose. That fucker bled like a bitch. Haha."
Tommy slurred his words, so Adam couldn't understand him all that well. He knew what Tommy was telling him though. Adam was a man of… sympathy. Sometimes too much. He took people who were as broken as him and tried to fix them. And right now, Adam could tell Tommy needed fixing. He wanted to help the poor boy, but he wasn't sure how. Adam was being extremely careful not to drink too much, just so he could understand Tommy. He nodded and tried to relate with Tommy.
Tommy grabbed Adam's hand and held it.
"You listen to me. You care. You do care, don't you?"
Adam almost died right then and there. Tommy's eyes were full of tears, and he was really drunk. And Adam did care. He cared a lot.
"Yes, Tommy. I care."
Tommy wasn't in the right mind, so normally he would never do this. He latched onto Adam. Hands around Adam's waist, head buried in his spicy- sweet cologne smelling chest, and he didn't want to let go. Adam immediately wrapped his arms around Tommy and hugged him back. He was so small, so fragile. Adam felt protective over Tommy.
"Can you… Can you take me home?"
Adam smiled.
"Of course I can Tommy."