[ He can see the nasty orange glow of the ceiling light through Noah's ribs. It makes something unhappy twinge inside him, though when he speaks Adam huffs out a strangled kind of laugh. ]

I'm tired. [ He hand he'd used to wave gets thrown over his forehead, to rub weakly at his temples. ] And I'm tired of ignoring how tired I am. [ He sighs then shifts slightly to give Noah more space, rolling on to his side and resting his cheek against the crook of his elbow. ] Is everything okay? [ He hates that he keeps saying okay like that. Things generally tend not to be no matter what they do. ] Gansey and Ronan, they're fine? You're not here because one of Ronan's creatures is tearing them up in the warehouse, right? Because that would suck.