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Adam swallowed, grimacing at how sour his mouth tasted. He let himself be guided into the entrance of the building, which he noted was shabby. He blinked; it didn't look like a workplace.

"Come on up!"

Adam noted that there was no lift, only stairs. He started walking, and decided to pace himself in order to conserve his energy. The other man noticed, and frowned slightly.

"Are you allright?"

Adam nodded. He was not going to tell this healthy, vibrant man that he was sick. He continued to climb. As he reached the top of the stairs, he paused, and took a deep breath.

"Oh, Eames, is that you? I need you to..."

Adam blinked. A man older than him, blonde, with tired looking blue eyes, was standing in the centre of the room. He was holding a sheaf of blueprints. He smiled at him.

"Hey!" he greeted. "Are you a friend of Eames?"

"No, we met on the street," Eames said, affably. "Poor bloke was throwing his guts up, so I thought I'd bring him up here for some water."

Cobb nodded. "Of course."

"Have a seat." Eames dusted off a chair, and Adam sat down, gratefully. "I'll get you some water."

Adam waited, letting the nausea subside. The blonde man smiled at him.

"I'm Dom, by the way. You are...?"

"Adam," he responded, automatically, gratefully accepting the cool glass handed to him. "Thank you."

"No problem." Eames smiled and wandered over to his desk. As he drained the cool water, Adam overheard their conversation.

"Where did you find him?"

"He was sick in the street. Couldn't leave him there."

"Yes, but Eames, this isn't something we can let a stranger wander into, is it?"

Adam felt himself flush. He was in the way. More and more, he was beginning to feel like an embarrassment, an inconvenience. One that was barely tolerated. He quickly finished the water and got up.

"I, um, have to go," he said, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Thank you for the water."

"Oh, its no trouble," Eames said, and Dom nodded.

"Well, thank you," Adam said, and turning, began to walk down the stairs. As he left, he turned, and didn't notice the fair skinned brunette approaching. She frowned as she entered, and then began to climb the stairs.

"So, how have the last few days been?"

Adam lay on the couch in Kathy's office, trying to marshall his thoughts. He blinked, struggling to find the words.

"Well, its been..." he let his voice trail off. "Its been rough. Not feeling good, today."

She nodded, sympathetically. "But, you have been going out? Doing different things?"

He swallowed. Kathy's inexperience was beginning to annoy him. He sometimes felt as though she were merely trying to placate him. Hey Adam, you're dying, but I'm going to make it nice for you.

"Have you been meeting anyone new?"

He looked at her. "Meaning?"

"Well, have you-"

"I did bump into someone," he interrupted her. "She was out, I was walking Skeletor."

"Oh!" She looked slightly surprised. "How did it go?"

"I bumped into her." He turned his head, and looked at Kathy. "She asked me if I wanted to get a cup of coffee at some point."

"And what did you say?" the therapist pressed.

A wave of irritation rose in Adam. He turned, irritably, to Kathy. "I said, 'we'll have to meet at some point.' But what if some point never comes? What if I die first?"

"Adam-"

"No!" He snapped, sitting up. "Everyone glosses over this, and I'm sick of it! I have cancer! I may not live until the end of this year! And I saw her, in the coffee shop, with a guy who was healthy, strong, and everything I'm not. Why would she go for someone like me?"

Getting up, he turned and walked out, leaving Kathy staring in shock after him.

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