Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me. Nor does 50/50, sadly.
Adam swallowed, and looked at the pizza box. They had ordered a 10 piece Hawaiian, and he picked it up, and offered it to Ariadne.
"Another piece?"
She shook her head, and pointed to her mouth. After swallowing, she spoke. "I think I'm full."
"Me too." He sighed, and put the box down. Between the two of them they'd managed nearly three-quarters of it. He bit his lip. "Before I got sick," he said, conversationally, "I could probably manage one of these on my own." He closed the lid, and picked up the box. As he got up, Skeletor put his head in Ariadne's lap, and nuzzled her fingers. Adam smiled. "He likes you."
"Do you want a hand with that?" She called. He was putting their plates in the sink, and turning on the faucet. She let Skeletor lift his head, and then she got up. "I can-"
He turned to her. "I have cancer," he said, calmly. "I can still do the dishes."
Ariadne went scarlet, and Adam immediately felt a stab of guilt. "I'm sorry," he said, noticing the slightly stunned look on her face. "Its just my mother fusses and worries about me all the time...she thinks I can't do anything."
She bit her lip. "I'm sorry to hear that." He smiled wryly. "Well, it doesn't help that my dad has Alzheimers."
Ariadne looked at him, her expression anguished. "Do you talk to your Mom about it?"
He reddened, and looked guilty. "No," he confessed. "Not as much as I should do." She looked at him. 2Maybe you should give her a call."
He looked down at the plate he was holding. "You're right." He sighed. "Its just-"
She leaned over, and put her hand on his arm. "Call her tomorrow," she said, softly. She checked her watch. "Oh!"
"What is it?"
"Its nearly 11pm!" She looked slightly flustered. "I'd better get-"
"You won't be able to," Adam pointed out. "I don't drive, and there are no buses after half ten." He looked at her, and grinned. "Clearly I just wanted to lure you in and keep you prisoner!"
Ariadne giggled. "You succeeded." Then a thought came to her, and she blushed. "Um, I'll sleep on the couch."
"No, you won't," he said, firmly. "You can sleep in the bed."
"But your back!" She protested. Then, she had an idea. "How about we share the bed? I don't mean we, um-"
He blinked. "You mean just share the bed? Lie next to each other?"
Ariadne nodded. "Exactly."
Adam swallowed, and nodded as well. "OK. Could work." He carefully put the plate he was holding in the drying rack. "I'll find you something to wear. Just give me a-"
Suddenly, the front door crashed open. "Adam! You home?"
Adam's shoulders sank. "Oh, God," he muttered. Ariadne turned. "Who is-?"
Kyle walked in, and his eyes lit up when he spotted them standing by the sink. "Adam!" he said, jovially. He turned to Ariadne. "And whose this? Have we met? If not, ditch him, go with me!"
Adam went scarlet, and Ariadne couldn't suppress a smile. "This is Kyle," he said, looking at the other man with a slightly murderous look. "Kyle, this is Ariadne."
"Hi Ariadne," Kyle said, smiling at her. "I hope he's behaving himself. There are certain pills he has to take for his aches, and I can see you've fed him with pizza, and-"
"Is there a time he has to be in bed?" Ariadne interrupted. Kyle started to grin, and pulled Adam aside. "Wow, you are lucky!" he whispered. "She's hot - and funny!"
Adam nodded. "I know!"
"Don't blow this one!"
"I won't!"
"Get her to blow you instead!"
"Kyle!" Adam's face went crimson. "I think its time for you to leave - I need an early night. Thanks, nice to see you!" Ignoring his protests, he abruptly pushed him towards the door. After he'd left, Adam turned back to Ariadne. "I'm sorry about that."
"No, he just wants to make sure you're happy," she said, smiling. "So, what now?"
Adam coughed. "Well. The bedroom is this way."
She nodded. "I'm following."
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