Adam was always up for a shower – the last one he got was just before he set up the failed bombing of Haven, but so far he knew he didn't really smelled when he came to this place…cinema, whatever Bob wants to call it.
He never liked the smell of stale sweat or grime for that matter. Too many bad memories involved with filth, which then leads to misery, desperation and anger he felt when he was a child.
And now new memories, those that aren't even his own, now begin to trouble him. As the water beats down on him, he thinks about all the experiences of 'Adam' when he was in Vacuo – killing rival mercenaries, helping out his buddies, suddenly finding himself helping the woman he was sent to kill, getting betrayed by his buddies over simple greed, helping the civilians escape and then…
He saw the journal on the way to the showers, the info being parallel to what happened in his dreams. The last page gave him closure on 'Adam's' ultimate fate – with traces of blood on the bottom half of the paper, while the upper half had a detailed description of why he followed through Raven's choice.
He was unsettled because 'Adam' was in the right on why he killed himself – no amount of good acts will ever wash away the things he had done to destabilize Vacuo, to make everything worse.
Taking his own life was punishment enough, and if he didn't do it, it would've been an insult to Raven and an insult to everything they've worked for until now.
But he himself…he was kinda lost now. He didn't prioritize good enough, and was blinded by his…his need for affection, he supposed. His need for someone to understand him, to support him in what he does.
Logically speaking, it wasn't Blake's fault that he turned out to be a cliched psycho ex-boyfriend type. And now Adam wished he could vomit at the fact that he was once something like this.
The faunus grabbed a towel and wrapped around his legs before exiting the shower room. He found a fully naked & unmasked Bob, cleaned up from all that blood he appeared with and was now filing the nails on his feet.
"Hey." Bob spoke, not pausing the filing for a second.
"Hey." Adam responded.
"How's the medicine working out for you?"
"Good, the pills are effective."
The pause in between was filled with the noise of filing nails.
"Why did you tell me?"
Bob stopped and rose his head to face Adam.
"Hm?"
"Why did you tell me all of that? Why me?"
Bob then took three seconds to polish what was left of his toes and stood up to address the question. Adam didn't consider himself to be a prude – he'd seen plenty of naked bodies in his life:
"To be perfectly honest with ya Adam…I initially thought you were nothing more than a piece of shit."
Adam remained impassive at the remark, and continued to listen:
"But then I met someone. And that someone…well, let's just say he showed me a broader perspective on things."
"Who is that 'someone'?" Adam asked curiously. But Bob gave out only a chuckle with a vague answer:
"You'll see him soon."
'And let's also say…you won't be the only one with their perspective completely turned upside down, heh.'
The host started walking towards the nearby door and added:
"Let's get dressed then."