New York's gone through a bit of a late season cold snap. Not much of a surprise, since it's still March, but for the Floridian boy deep inside of Adam, it's kind of miserable. Cold and rainy and he hates it. Huffing into his pillow, he burrows further into the bed, trying to ignore the soft shifting next to him that drew him out of his nice warm slumber. His displeasure fades, however, when gentle hands wrap the blanket over him, pressing a kiss to his forehead before leaving.
Somewhere deep inside, he knows that it's Max leaving for early morning rehab, and he smiles a little, drifting back asleep while enjoying the cocoon of thick bedding he'd been wrapped up in.
When he wakes up again, it feels like hours have passed and he opens his eyes reluctantly, squinting into the gloomy grey that's taken over the bedroom. Still rainy and cold, then. He sighs and reluctantly pulls himself free of the blanket, wondering where Max has been. Rehab should be done by now, but the apartment is still quiet. Empty. He carefully makes his way around the living room and peers out the window at the parking lot, not surprised to see Max's latest car sitting in Max's usual spot, empty.
He frowns down at it and slowly makes his way to the elevator. He's right, it's cold and rainy outside, so he has to make his way even more carefully around until he finds Max sitting on a bench facing the parking lot. Adam exhales, relieved to see him, but still concerned at how still he is, sitting with his face resting on his palms as he looks listlessly out at the rain pouring down from the building eaves. "Max," he says, not surprised when Max jerks and moves quickly to look at him, wide eyed.
"Adam, you shouldn't be out in the rain, what the fuck-?"
"And you should be?" he shoots back, adjusting his crutches to sit down next to Max on the bench. "Bad morning?" he asks after a moment once Max has relaxed and settled in next to him.
"Just slow," he mumbles. "Still not making the progress I want."
Adam understands. Oh god, does he understand. "We're both just kind of terrible right now, huh?" he asks, smiling dryly.
"I shouldn't complain," Max sighs. "Not to you. It's only been a couple months for me, you've been dealing with it since October..."
"Hey, no, this isn't a competition," Adam tells him. "We're both dealing with bad shit right now, and I want you to feel comfortable to talk to me about it. Honestly, if anyone understands at all what the other is going through right now, it's us." He rests a hand on Max's leg and squeezes. "I'm here for you, Max."
Max nods, eyes misting over. "Same," he says. "I'm not great at it, I know, but same."
"You're pretty damn perfect in my eyes," Adam tells him with a small smile. "Wanna go inside yet?"
"Can we just... take a few more minutes?" Max murmurs. "It's kind of relaxing, the rain."
Adam sighs, then nods. "Yeah, ok," he says, wrapping an arm around Max's waist when Max leans over and rests his head on Adam's shoulder, content to just sit there and listen and watch for a little while longer.