A/N: Hello, Darlings! Thanks so much for the reviews! I love them! Sososososo sorry on this chapter being up so late. I have a throat infection, as explained in the last Author's Note...update thing. I planned to have this up last night, but my computer went all suicidal when I tried writing it. The colors changed, making everything pink. And it shut down on me like five times last night. It wants to kill itself. I'm gonna clean it good today, though. Probably not, since I'm such a procrastinator. I need to do my homework too. :P Hm. Procrastinator . Sounds like a super hero name. xD

When Adam woke up it was dark. It was dark before, but now it was even darker. Was that even possible? Adam sat up, trying to recall previous events. He remembered Lawrence, yelling at Lawrence, and falling asleep...next to Lawrence. Wait what? Lawrence was here? Adam turned, trying to feel around in the dark. Nothing. Was it all just a dream? Adam stood up, aching slightly. Sleeping on his broken and stiff couch wasn't the best idea. What time was it?

Adam stretched, a familiar pain in his shoulder. Adam winced, trying to find his way in the dark.

"Lawrence?" No answer. Adam sighed, disappointment filling him. It must have been a dream.

That's ridiculous. He couldn't have been here. Why did you even think that? He's gone, Adam. He always has been, and he always will be.

Adam sighed again, moving to go lean against the wall. "I must have fallen asleep sometime when the power went out," He murmured to himself, trying to remember if he had any candles. "I think I have some...somewhere."

"I found a candle.." Lawrence's voice made Adam jump.

"Jesus Christ, Lawrence! Don't do that!" Adam was a bit pissed, but relieved too. Adam heard Lawrence laugh, and sure enough, he had found a candle. The room wasn't as dark anymore, but it wasn't that bright either.

"Sorry." Lawrence set the candle down on the coffee table, before sitting down on the couch. "So how'd you sleep?"

"Okay...I mean...I didn't have my nightmares again," He mumbled, thankful that Lawrence was quite a ways away, so he was barely visible.

"Nightmares?"

Adam bit down on his lip, his gaze dropping to the floor. "It's nothing, really," he whispered, obviously lying.

Game over.

He's left alone in the dark, howling, screaming. Does anyone hear him?

The smell. It makes him sick.

How long has it been?

The pain is almost numbing.

His mouth is so dry.

He can't tell if his eyes are open anymore.

He feels so dirty, covered in blood.

Oh god... He killed someone.

Does he even really care anymore?

Lawrence, where are you?

He can feel himself rotting.

He wants to sleep, but he can't. He doesn't even have the willpower to do that anymore.

"Did I ever tell you that you're a shitty liar?"

At that, Adam laughed, and shrugged. "Whatever. I'll be okay..." Adam sighed,moving to sit next to Lawrence on the couch. "Damn. This couch is so fucking uncomfortable..."

"But it didn't stop you from falling sleep."

"That's because I'm fucking tired. I haven't been sleeping well lately, obviously."

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me?"

"I'm sure. I'll be fine."

"Liar."

"I'm serious! I'll be okay..." Now that you're here. Jesus. That's cheesy.

"Adam..." Lawrence gave him a stern look, at which Adam smirked.

"Lawrence."

"You're so childish."

"So? You love me anyway..." The two smiles faded, and an awkward silence filled the room. Adam focused on the candle, feeling Lawrence's eyes on him. Damn it, tell him, Adam..

"Lawrence?" Adam looked up, meeting Lawrence's gaze.

"Hm?"

"I..." Fuck.

"Yes?" Lawrence looked so patient.

"I...I'm glad you're back." He had to tell him something.

"Me too."

The two grew silent again. Why couldn't he tell him?

Just three little words...why were they so hard to say?

A/N: I'm such a liar. This chapter is short too. Maybe even shorter than the others. And for that, I apologize. This whole chapter may be crap because I did it while multitasking. So if this sucks, I'm sorry. XD On another note, during a commentary Leigh was talking about Saw fan fics. That brought up the question: Does he read chainshipping fan fictions? Talk about awkward. xDD