The cold wind of the night air was unforgiving, causing Adam to shiver in his lacking clothes. He hadn't had the forethought of bringing with him a jacket, the tight feeling on his chest as he watched his father staring into nothing played around on his mind.
'You see those stars?' Adam remembers a soft, gentle voice whisper to him, his eyes taking in the bright shine of the lights that dotted the night sky. 'They're so far away that it takes years for us to see them. They reach out but the gap between what we see and what they want is too big.'
'And then when what they want finally reaches us, it's too late.'
It was with those same eyes that he looked up to the sky, wondering why that faint memory of his mother came to mind. There wasn't much else he could remember of her mother besides her voice, her gentle words that Adam couldn't understand. Not wholly with its analogies and symbols.
He tries but sometimes it is hard to do. He tries and he gets angry that people just don't get it. He knows his father loves him, the man always says so—and the safety and comfort and warmth around his father—just as much as Adam feels.
What did I do wrong?
Adam hated those words.
"What are you doing here?"
Startled from his thoughts, Adam slowly turns to see who it was, feeling slightly intruded upon. "Harry?"
"Shouldn't you be in bed by now?" There was inflection of sorts in Harry's voice as he went to sit beside Adam, brows furrowed. "And it's cold. You could catch the flu if you're not careful."
Adam doesn't answer, not knowing what to respond with, and merely watched green, green eyes flicker—assessing him.
And in the silence, Adam felt the need to fill it—maybe Harry was expecting an answer? "No, I wasn't able to take my coat with me."
There was a sigh and then shuffling. Adam blinks and turns his head to see what Harry was doing, head tilted as the messy haired teenager pulled at the sleeves of his jacket.
"Here," Harry offered on side of his jacket, lips tilted in a smile. "It's big enough for the two of us, we can share."
"Oh, uh," Adam takes the offered side and drapes it over himself, feeling it rude to decline. It was a bit of a fit so Harry and Adam had to shift closer to each other, but the large material was warm enough that Adam only now felt how cold he really was. "Th- thank you. You didn't have to."
Harry huffed, "Of course I have to."
Adam didn't reply, knowing how stubborn Harry is.
They lapsed into silence, only the sound of the night traffic below disturbing it. Adam felt incredibly warm, with Harry pressed against his side and the surprisingly comfortable—and large—jacket wrapped around them. The warmth seeped in and settled under his skin and then crawled up to his chest, and Adam shifted closer.
"Your father is worried." It was barely a whisper but Adam heard it nonetheless. "We should go back."
"I-" Adam bites his lip. "I don't think I want to. Not yet."
Harry looks at him, stares at him for a long moment before nodding. "Okay."
And they stayed there, huddled close and an air of understanding between them.