Adam stubbled back into camp, slightly delirious. He had just faced the Huntress and had taken a significant blow to the head from one of her hatchets. Camp appeared to empty, which Adam considered to be a blessing. He enjoyed his fellow survivors for the most part, however, being a natural introvert he cherished these moments of silence. He settled himself against a log, allowing himself a moment for his pain to wash over him.

His moment of solace was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. He opened one eye to see Dwight standing over him. "I hope I'm not interrupting".

Adam closed his eyes again, simply shaking his head in response. He was interrupting but Adam was not the type to tell him so. He could sense Dwight watching him. Adam sighed, audibly enough to make Dwight wrap his arms around himself protectively. "Is there something I can help you with, Dwight?"."

N-no. I just noticed you're bleeding. A lot."

"Yeah", Adam tentatively touched the gash on his forehead. "I'm sure Claudette will have something".

Dwight rubbed at the back of his neck. "She just left for a trial. She could be a while".

"Ah".

Dwight did not know why Adam made him so nervous. He seemed so proper and capable of holding himself together. Not like him. Adam had been part of the group for what seemed like a few weeks. Most of their interaction occurred in trials. In truth, Dwight was intimidated by him. Someone like Adam would surely make a better leader for them group than him.

Adam, on the other hand, enjoyed the more chatty members of the group. Although, he liked his peace and quiet, he preferred to have conversations started for him. A rare occurrence with Dwight, he noticed.

A moment of silence passed over them. "I could take a look at it if you want", Dwight eventually spoke up. Adam considered his options for a moment. He could let a practical stranger into his space, or maybe bleed to death. If that was even possible here. Adam decided he did not want to take the risk and nodded for Dwight to go get whatever supplies he needed.

Adam's mind began to wander as Dwight tended to his wound. He felt guilty that he was not able to save Feng during the trial. He would have to apologise as soon as she-

"AHHHH WHAT THE FUU...Fudge is that?", Adam yelped, as Dwight dabbed at the blood on his forehead. A small smile crept onto Dwight's face, amused by the other man's unwillingness to swear. His time teaching had taught him better.

"Sorry, I should have warned you". Adam grunted in response, moving to adjust his sitting position,"It's not the worst I've had in here".

"How are you finding it?", Dwight asked, a blush spreading to his cheeks when he realised how stupid he sounded.

"I was a teacher. These killers may be cruel but have you ever tried to keep a group of teenagers under control?".

Dwight chuckled, "Have you tried trying to reason with a group of teenagers who don't wanna pay for their food?".

"Huh?"

"Pizza delivery".

"Oh".

Dwight looked away momentarily, sorting through his supplies, "Yeah it's a big step down from teaching. Your parents must have been proud".

"My dad died when I was two. I was raised by my uncle".

Dwight cringed. No wonder this guy did not like him. "I-I'm sorry...I didn't…".

Adam waved his apology away. "I've made my peace with it. My uncle was a good man. I doubt I would have cared about education if it wasn't for him".

Adam eyed Dwight carefully for a moment, watching as he continued to paw through his med kit, making little progress.

"What were your parents like?", Adam asked, suddenly curious about the life path that could lead someone to a life of nervousness.

"My dad was a drink", Dwight responded, not taking his eyes off his supplies.

Adam nodded solemnly. "Sorry to hear that".

Dwight shrugged. They were silent for a moment.

"I guess you must be pretty smart then", Dwight said, cooly, as he began to apply an ointment to Adam's wound.

"I guess".

"Where did you go to university?".

"Kingston".

"Never heard of it".

"Where did you go?".

"I didn't".

Adam studied him for moment. "Is your past a touchy subject for you?", he spoke before he could stop himself.

Dwight opened his mouth to speak but, nothing came out. He was silent for a long time, as if trying to choose his words, before shaking his head and hastily getting to his feet.

"Sorry, did I offended you?", Adam called after him, also choosing to stand. He taken aback when Dwight suddenly burst into tears. "Oh...Um...Are you ok?". Adam did not know what to do. His uncle was always firm with him, he had no clue how to deal with people's emotions. He quickly placed a hand on Dwight's shoulder, petting him awkwardly, before quickly pulling it back. "Sorry that was...weird".

Dwight opted to move back to the log, they originally sat at. Adam moved to sit with him. "I hate it here", Dwight choked through his tears. "I hate it so much. We go through all this bullshit over and over again and for what?".

"I know", Adam said solemnly.

"I wish I got to do more", Dwight wiped at his eyes. "Before all this, I mean. I wish I wasn't such a...loser".

"You're doing pretty well in here, for someone whose a loser", Adam soothed, his features softening. He suddenly really felt for Dwight. Sure he was a nervous wreck but, always made sure everyone else was coping.

Dwight stayed quiet, twiddling his thumbs.

"You're the only one who can stop David from yelling at everyone. Who can keep Claudette calm when we start to run out of supplies. You keep us going", Adam placed a hand on Dwight's back, more comforting this time.

"How do you know what I do? You barely ever speak to me", Dwight said, through timed breaths.

"Just because I'm quiet doesn't mean I don't notice things. I think you'd know that better than anyone".

Dwight sniffled, "T-thanks Adam. I um, really appreciate that".

Adam smiled at him, "No problem. However, there's one thing I don't appreciate".

Dwight looked up at him, concerned. "What is it?".

"I'm still bleeding", Adam pointed to his forehead.

Dwight laughed, pulling himself together. "Right, let me get back to work".