[The softest exclamation, but Iggy quickly brings his wrist up to his mouth to bite. It's the depth, and the fact that Adam's cock is hitting him just right.
He can't help himself - he puts his forearm on the desk and bites it, freeing up his other hand so he can finally touch himself. It's exquisite and he shakes with the pleasure.]
[Adam must be in a forgiving mood, or maybe the sex is just that good, which it is, because he doesn't punish Iggy for the sound.
Instead his hands smooth over Iggys back as those slow, deep, thrusts continue dancing across that pale skin. Every rise of spine every dip of rib properly enjoying the shaking beautiful mess underneath him.
He's thankful the conversation continues unknowing but Adam can hear the key points in the upbeat voice and knows his time is limited so those thrusts deepen and nails dig into the flesh he'd been so softly admiring.]
[He feels the other tighten around him as his body starts convulsing. Meets him when his body arches, digs deeper as his thrusts deepen hammering into him as he comes closer to his own release. Pace becoming more uneven with each thrust until he feels his own orgasm nearing.
Before he can finish he pulls out hovering just over the other while taking a firm grip on his own cock so that he can finish on the others back. Painting lines of cum across his back in several even releases.
His heart pounds in his head as he admires his handiwork beneath him slowly milking his cock in its entirety before pulling himself off the other, shaking himself a few times before tucking himself away and straightening himself out a bit.
It's time perfectly with a series of questions seemingly posed in which Adam is forced to answer. He is somewhat breathless, the only hint that something was just a little off but it takes him little time to recover.]
[Adam is no fool. It is degrading. But that in itself is a bit of the point.
He used to love. He swears. He used to be a kind, thoughtful, lover he believed in true loves and fairytales.
Now he fucks, cause it's easier than love, and he pays well to do it how he wants. When the other bends and starts to lap up his cum from the dark wood of the desk Adam watches with contentment. Actively engaging in the conversation as the other cleans his mess. Adam's hand falls to run his hands through Iggy's hair in soft and silent encouragement.]
[Tasting cold jizz and wood polish, Iggy sits back. He lets Adam stroke his hair for a while before he squeezes the older man's thigh.
Iggy stands, pulling his pants up enough that he won't trip before he goes to fish tissues from his suit jacket. He mops himself up as best he can before he goes to get dressed.]
[It's weird, when the other goes to leave he is almost disappointed but it can't last forever and Adam has work to do.
As the other starts to sort himself out Adam reaches into a tidy pile of things he'd removed from his pockets prior to settling in to do business. From his wallet he pulls 12 crisp hundreds and sets them to the edge of the desk with a soft tap before settle back into work now.
Before the other can leave with it he will pull him in for a kiss. A soft peck to the cheek, familiar yet curt. Before he pulls away entirely Adam will whisper in his ear one last time.]
There's more if you're waiting for me at the penthouse.
[But that choice is Iggy's, as it usually is. Sometimes he indulges and other times he doesn't Adam is satisfied either way. But for whatever reason tonight he's hoping he will be.
But he does little to suggest that is his favoured outcome as he turns back to his business at hand.]
[He isn't entirely sure of what he'll find when he gets to his flat. He may find Iggy, or he might not. He looks a little less put together now. His tie has always been odd but his suit coat sits draped over his arms and his dress shirt slightly more unbuttoned than it had been when he had been sitting in his office.
When he steps into the livingroom and spots Iggy draped onto his couch in one of Adams silken robes he offers a genuine smile.]
Why if it isn't the little church mouse.
[He offers as he empties his pockets at a large glass bowl sat by the entryway door as he crosses the room towards the other leaning in to hook a finger under the young mans chin and leans in to place a lingering kiss to his lips. When he parts he saunters into the kitchen just to the side of the large living area idly pondering just what it is he wants.]
You want a drink my love? Perhaps something stronger?
[You name it and Adam probably has it in his house, which is a big difference than the modest sampling back in his office.]
[The smile Iggy shoots back is no less genuine. Aaron got as the office sex is, he actually enjoys talking to Adam.
Who looks good. A boy could catch feelings if he wasn't careful.
He kisses back and then watches Adam walk away, not moving from the couch.]
Mmm. That depends on you, baby. You want conversation for a bit, or round three straight away? If the former, yes please. The latter and I'd appreciate an upper. Someone rode me hard enough to tire me a bit.
[Turning so he can keep watching, Iggy looks over the back of the couch and makes a brief, hiccupy noise.
He never laughs properly.]
Adam, this is why you're so dear to my heart. Yes, please, that sounds like heaven.
[He lounges prettily as he waits. He'd taken the opportunity to shower his body before Adam got home and he smells faintly of the man's soap. It's nice.]
That was a brutally long meeting. Was that Mandarin you were all speaking?
[The space is open so it's no hard to keep an eye on one another. Adams kitchen is small but functional. He shifts around putting on a kettle on while he reaches under the countertops and finds two earthenware bottles with matching cups and a bowl in a similar style. From a larger bottle set inside a small wine fridge in the counter he pours a generous amount into both of the containers and sets everything on small round wood tray that lives on his counter.
Once the kettle sounds Adam pours off the water into the smaller bowl so that the two containers can warm slowly. Once set he pads off to one corner of his flat with large floor to ceiling bookshelves. They contain a stereo system he turns on, it plays soft instrumental music when it comes to life as he turns it down to just the right volume to be soft background. The sound is crisp and clear and seemingly comes from everywhere as he grabs a box from a different shelf walking it towards the other and setting it on the large glass coffee table in the center of the couches and chairs. He leaves it for Iggy, he knows what to do, as he's walking back to the warming sake.]
Yes. It was. Keen ear, my love.
[Not that he expects anything less from Iggy. The young man was smart, and fun, if he wasn't than Adam certainly wouldn't allow him into his space so frequently.]
I have been working on this acquisition for months.
And I could not think of a better way to celebrate.
[Iggy loves rich people's apartments. The open concept, the view, the way everything is designed to be functional and unobtrusive... it delights him. He himself lives in a four-bedroom flat with five other people, with radiators that leak and a mystery stain on the living room ceiling.
But somehow he looks perfectly at home in Adam's space, quietly delighted to watch the warming of the sake.
He certainly knows what to do when it comes to that box. He's expertly cutting up lines immediately, and if he uses one of the metal straws to snort one before Adam returns, well. He thinks he's earned it.]
Congratulations, love. That's a huge amount of work. Your poor body must have been holding in tension for weeks.
[He sniffles, quickly scrubs his nose, sits back. If there's one thing he loves as much as sex, it's coke.]
[You'd never know the life Iggy lives. Adam knows only in passing conversations. But he will never venture to Iggys apartment, even with his exceeding interest in the young man. He doesn't do apartments, hasn't in a long long time.
He prefers his wide open spaces. Sprawling views and high ceilings. Iggy is welcome here at any point and that is he obvious preferred.
He doesn't ever find he other complaining.
He lets the other take his share first. So long as there are several lines waiting for Adam when he returns with he warmed sake and cups. Adam enjoys cocaine as well, it's one of he few drugs that he can still partake in with benefits. It goes straight to his head, but it takes about double the amount of coke for him to get even as high as Iggy plans on getting and he will process through it much quicker.
It's obnoxious, in some ways. All substances are like that now and the older he gets the worse it becomes. Liquor barely touches him now. Bottles and bottles can cross his lips before he starts to feel drunk, that was the first. But perhaps that was his own undoing considering the drunkard he was for so long.
Harder drugs are less so, but still quick to run their course.
But he still enjoys them both, drink for he flavor and drugs for the buzz.
He finally joins the other on the couch setting down the tray beside Iggy so that he can pour them both some sake while he dutifully takes his lines. Cleaning the glass table of his few before lining more for later.]
It's been exceedingly annoying. But I am contented in knowing that it is in the hands it needs to be in and I can sit back and reap it's rewards without further involvement.
[He takes one of the small cups and leans against the plush couch, enjoying a sip as he lets the cocaine settle in to himself. He'll savor the drink and plow the lines, as usual.]
If you want something to eat love I am sure Christian left something good in the fridge. [Adam barely ever eats, Iggy might be convinced at this point that the only thing that fuels the other man is drink.]
[Attentive as always, Iggy sits up to pour. He's very careful, not wanting to spill anything that probably costs a fortune. He takes his cup and sips. Sake is something he has rarely - really, only with Adam, and it always takes him a moment to get used to the taste.]
You spoil me. [Which really is the entire point.]
I'm alright. I fuck better on an empty stomach.
[Iggy adjusts himself so that he can reach over and caress Adam's thigh easily. Just soft, comforting brushes of his fingers.]
You should have yourself a spa day. Get a really deep tissue massage, you know? As terribly jealous the idea of someone else's hands all over you makes me.
[The both know that's a lie, so Iggy smiles when he says it. Of all his clients, Adam might be the least interested in pretending they're actually together.
He sips his sake, head cocking slightly to listen to the music. Instrumental. Very classy. Iggy grins suddenly, impish.]
Mmm, I enjoy he way you think. [He easily leans into the affection. Adam doesn't pretend to know that Iggys touches and words are anything more than a delicate act. Perfectly rehearsed to illicit the best responses from Adam.
He buys into it willingly.]
Perhaps I will take a holiday. Somewhere warm, maybe get a little colour. [Not that he will, it's nice to dream he'd ever have a tan grace his English flesh again.
The music is instrumental, but not funeral parlor-y. It's oriental with a steady modern beat with classical hints peppered throughout. The question about punk rock though raises his brow.]
Punk rock? Just what do you mean? Define it for me.
That sounds simply brilliant. I am ready for a long, brainless, vacation.
But until then, I suppose I will have a fun evening.
[Adam chuckles softly at his own words then sort of shifts as the conversation moves to his youth. He certainly didn't listen to the Dead Kennedys in his youth. The only sort of music they had back then were at stuffy parties from his parents shipping company.]
But I was certainly moody, but I didn't have much interest in music in my youth. I have grown to appreciate it more.
Of course, anything for you. [And he means that, he thinks about Iggy a lot. Perhaps more than you should a whore really, but he does and tries not to think too much about it.
When the other mentions vinyls and old players he smiles. He is somehow very not surprised. There is a reason he likes Iggy, and not cause he's one of the better fucks he's had in a while but because he's fun and different.
Coke makes him a little more chatty too. Perhaps one of the reasons he doesn't do it often, but there's an ease to his brain funnily enough when he's had it. He seems to travel away for a moment, thinking fondly of times long since go.]
Trina used to love music. And dancing. I think that's the last time I actually listened to music on vinyl of all bloody things. You know there is this modern age we live in? [He teases.]
If I paid for you to go, would that be something you would do?
[He doesn't assume that if he asked the other could just drop everything and go, no matter how well he paid him.
And he'd probably pay a pretty penny to have a whole weekend in the sun to do what he wanted to the other man.]
Hmmm... You remind me of her. She was feisty.
[He leans up and off the couch for a moment for a refresher. Refilling his sake and doing a pair of lines.]
Oya, I do not hate any music, but it is not all my cup of sake. [He smiles in amusement in his bland joke.] A few years back, I was quite into the original 'rock and roll' types. [He chuckles.] Harrison and Young, the early stuff. Even the Young after he joined Nash and the like. Hold on.
[Adam is high, it's easy to tell because he's loose and distracted. The normal tight shoulders and stiff body is more relaxed. The usual caged animal vibes he has melted under the placebo affect of the warm drink and altered state of mind.
He lifts to find a tablet on his table, everything in his house linked by one central hub. He's able to access his music with just a few finger flicks he pulls up this song.] Stuff like this, which you'll probably hate.
[He'll leave out the part where he was at that show in person. He doesn't often think of those times, before being locked away and tortured for over two decades.
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[The softest exclamation, but Iggy quickly brings his wrist up to his mouth to bite. It's the depth, and the fact that Adam's cock is hitting him just right.
He can't help himself - he puts his forearm on the desk and bites it, freeing up his other hand so he can finally touch himself. It's exquisite and he shakes with the pleasure.]
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Instead his hands smooth over Iggys back as those slow, deep, thrusts continue dancing across that pale skin. Every rise of spine every dip of rib properly enjoying the shaking beautiful mess underneath him.
He's thankful the conversation continues unknowing but Adam can hear the key points in the upbeat voice and knows his time is limited so those thrusts deepen and nails dig into the flesh he'd been so softly admiring.]
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He cums hard, but quiet. His whole body arches beneath Adam, dips, arches again. His legs quake but he stays upright, bent over.]
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Before he can finish he pulls out hovering just over the other while taking a firm grip on his own cock so that he can finish on the others back. Painting lines of cum across his back in several even releases.
His heart pounds in his head as he admires his handiwork beneath him slowly milking his cock in its entirety before pulling himself off the other, shaking himself a few times before tucking himself away and straightening himself out a bit.
It's time perfectly with a series of questions seemingly posed in which Adam is forced to answer. He is somewhat breathless, the only hint that something was just a little off but it takes him little time to recover.]
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When Adam starts speaking again he peels himself off the desk. He examines it, then kneels.
Without checking to see if Adam is watching - because he knows he is - Iggy leans over and licks up the mess he's made.
It's unpleasant, but you'd never know from his expression.]
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He used to love. He swears. He used to be a kind, thoughtful, lover he believed in true loves and fairytales.
Now he fucks, cause it's easier than love, and he pays well to do it how he wants. When the other bends and starts to lap up his cum from the dark wood of the desk Adam watches with contentment. Actively engaging in the conversation as the other cleans his mess. Adam's hand falls to run his hands through Iggy's hair in soft and silent encouragement.]
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Iggy stands, pulling his pants up enough that he won't trip before he goes to fish tissues from his suit jacket. He mops himself up as best he can before he goes to get dressed.]
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As the other starts to sort himself out Adam reaches into a tidy pile of things he'd removed from his pockets prior to settling in to do business. From his wallet he pulls 12 crisp hundreds and sets them to the edge of the desk with a soft tap before settle back into work now.
Before the other can leave with it he will pull him in for a kiss. A soft peck to the cheek, familiar yet curt. Before he pulls away entirely Adam will whisper in his ear one last time.]
There's more if you're waiting for me at the penthouse.
[But that choice is Iggy's, as it usually is. Sometimes he indulges and other times he doesn't Adam is satisfied either way. But for whatever reason tonight he's hoping he will be.
But he does little to suggest that is his favoured outcome as he turns back to his business at hand.]
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He smiles at the kiss, and the offer. He doesn't reply, just pauses at the door to blow a cheeky little kiss.
Ourside of the office he takes a moment to fix his hair again - it might be obvious why he's here, but he won't give it away by his appearance.
Outside of the building entirely, Iggy lights up a cigarette and considers. He should have time, he thinks...
When Adam does arrive at the penthouse, he'll find Iggy lounging on his couch in a silk robe.]
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When he steps into the livingroom and spots Iggy draped onto his couch in one of Adams silken robes he offers a genuine smile.]
Why if it isn't the little church mouse.
[He offers as he empties his pockets at a large glass bowl sat by the entryway door as he crosses the room towards the other leaning in to hook a finger under the young mans chin and leans in to place a lingering kiss to his lips. When he parts he saunters into the kitchen just to the side of the large living area idly pondering just what it is he wants.]
You want a drink my love? Perhaps something stronger?
[You name it and Adam probably has it in his house, which is a big difference than the modest sampling back in his office.]
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Who looks good. A boy could catch feelings if he wasn't careful.
He kisses back and then watches Adam walk away, not moving from the couch.]
Mmm. That depends on you, baby. You want conversation for a bit, or round three straight away? If the former, yes please. The latter and I'd appreciate an upper. Someone rode me hard enough to tire me a bit.
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He moves in the kitchen with a quiet ease. He knows what he wants after a lengthy business meeting. He offers the same to Iggy.]
There is no reason we can not do both. Warm sake and a few lines?
[He offers but truthfully it sounds so good his plan is to do it regardless.]
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He never laughs properly.]
Adam, this is why you're so dear to my heart. Yes, please, that sounds like heaven.
[He lounges prettily as he waits. He'd taken the opportunity to shower his body before Adam got home and he smells faintly of the man's soap. It's nice.]
That was a brutally long meeting. Was that Mandarin you were all speaking?
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Once the kettle sounds Adam pours off the water into the smaller bowl so that the two containers can warm slowly. Once set he pads off to one corner of his flat with large floor to ceiling bookshelves. They contain a stereo system he turns on, it plays soft instrumental music when it comes to life as he turns it down to just the right volume to be soft background. The sound is crisp and clear and seemingly comes from everywhere as he grabs a box from a different shelf walking it towards the other and setting it on the large glass coffee table in the center of the couches and chairs. He leaves it for Iggy, he knows what to do, as he's walking back to the warming sake.]
Yes. It was. Keen ear, my love.
[Not that he expects anything less from Iggy. The young man was smart, and fun, if he wasn't than Adam certainly wouldn't allow him into his space so frequently.]
I have been working on this acquisition for months.
And I could not think of a better way to celebrate.
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But somehow he looks perfectly at home in Adam's space, quietly delighted to watch the warming of the sake.
He certainly knows what to do when it comes to that box. He's expertly cutting up lines immediately, and if he uses one of the metal straws to snort one before Adam returns, well. He thinks he's earned it.]
Congratulations, love. That's a huge amount of work. Your poor body must have been holding in tension for weeks.
[He sniffles, quickly scrubs his nose, sits back. If there's one thing he loves as much as sex, it's coke.]
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He prefers his wide open spaces. Sprawling views and high ceilings. Iggy is welcome here at any point and that is he obvious preferred.
He doesn't ever find he other complaining.
He lets the other take his share first. So long as there are several lines waiting for Adam when he returns with he warmed sake and cups. Adam enjoys cocaine as well, it's one of he few drugs that he can still partake in with benefits. It goes straight to his head, but it takes about double the amount of coke for him to get even as high as Iggy plans on getting and he will process through it much quicker.
It's obnoxious, in some ways. All substances are like that now and the older he gets the worse it becomes. Liquor barely touches him now. Bottles and bottles can cross his lips before he starts to feel drunk, that was the first. But perhaps that was his own undoing considering the drunkard he was for so long.
Harder drugs are less so, but still quick to run their course.
But he still enjoys them both, drink for he flavor and drugs for the buzz.
He finally joins the other on the couch setting down the tray beside Iggy so that he can pour them both some sake while he dutifully takes his lines. Cleaning the glass table of his few before lining more for later.]
It's been exceedingly annoying. But I am contented in knowing that it is in the hands it needs to be in and I can sit back and reap it's rewards without further involvement.
[He takes one of the small cups and leans against the plush couch, enjoying a sip as he lets the cocaine settle in to himself. He'll savor the drink and plow the lines, as usual.]
If you want something to eat love I am sure Christian left something good in the fridge. [Adam barely ever eats, Iggy might be convinced at this point that the only thing that fuels the other man is drink.]
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You spoil me. [Which really is the entire point.]
I'm alright. I fuck better on an empty stomach.
[Iggy adjusts himself so that he can reach over and caress Adam's thigh easily. Just soft, comforting brushes of his fingers.]
You should have yourself a spa day. Get a really deep tissue massage, you know? As terribly jealous the idea of someone else's hands all over you makes me.
[The both know that's a lie, so Iggy smiles when he says it. Of all his clients, Adam might be the least interested in pretending they're actually together.
He sips his sake, head cocking slightly to listen to the music. Instrumental. Very classy. Iggy grins suddenly, impish.]
Adam. Have you ever been to a punk rock show?
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He buys into it willingly.]
Perhaps I will take a holiday. Somewhere warm, maybe get a little colour. [Not that he will, it's nice to dream he'd ever have a tan grace his English flesh again.
The music is instrumental, but not funeral parlor-y. It's oriental with a steady modern beat with classical hints peppered throughout. The question about punk rock though raises his brow.]
Punk rock? Just what do you mean? Define it for me.
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Oh, that would be a wonderful idea! Someplace tropical. Beautiful blue water, not a cloud in the sky...
[Iggy almost-laughs.]
Like, The Stooges, or the Dead Kennedys. I'm just trying to picture you as an angry teenager and failing miserably.
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But until then, I suppose I will have a fun evening.
[Adam chuckles softly at his own words then sort of shifts as the conversation moves to his youth. He certainly didn't listen to the Dead Kennedys in his youth. The only sort of music they had back then were at stuffy parties from his parents shipping company.]
But I was certainly moody, but I didn't have much interest in music in my youth. I have grown to appreciate it more.
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Yeah? That's fair enough.
[Coke makes him chattier. He's still good at not letting it get annoying, but he definitely is more animated.]
I love music. I have a record player, and a vinyl collection. All types of music, too.
[He reigns it in, aware that Adam probably doesn't give a shit.
He squeezes Adam's thigh.]
Not trying to pry. I just find you so fascinating.
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When the other mentions vinyls and old players he smiles. He is somehow very not surprised. There is a reason he likes Iggy, and not cause he's one of the better fucks he's had in a while but because he's fun and different.
Coke makes him a little more chatty too. Perhaps one of the reasons he doesn't do it often, but there's an ease to his brain funnily enough when he's had it. He seems to travel away for a moment, thinking fondly of times long since go.]
Trina used to love music. And dancing. I think that's the last time I actually listened to music on vinyl of all bloody things. You know there is this modern age we live in? [He teases.]
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He keeps his hand on Adam's thigh.]
Well, she and I have that in common. Was that your wife?
[He laughs silently.] Well, vinyl sounds better anyway. Warmer. I could show you so much music, though... you'd probably hate it.
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[He doesn't assume that if he asked the other could just drop everything and go, no matter how well he paid him.
And he'd probably pay a pretty penny to have a whole weekend in the sun to do what he wanted to the other man.]
Hmmm... You remind me of her. She was feisty.
[He leans up and off the couch for a moment for a refresher. Refilling his sake and doing a pair of lines.]
Oya, I do not hate any music, but it is not all my cup of sake. [He smiles in amusement in his bland joke.] A few years back, I was quite into the original 'rock and roll' types. [He chuckles.] Harrison and Young, the early stuff. Even the Young after he joined Nash and the like. Hold on.
[Adam is high, it's easy to tell because he's loose and distracted. The normal tight shoulders and stiff body is more relaxed. The usual caged animal vibes he has melted under the placebo affect of the warm drink and altered state of mind.
He lifts to find a tablet on his table, everything in his house linked by one central hub. He's able to access his music with just a few finger flicks he pulls up this song.] Stuff like this, which you'll probably hate.
[He'll leave out the part where he was at that show in person. He doesn't often think of those times, before being locked away and tortured for over two decades.
Except for in strange weird moments like this.]
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[Zero hesitation.
'Was.' Iggy assumes that means she's dead, and it opens a door in his heart. He can't help but feel for the living who are left behind.]
Yeah? Well, two things in common, then.
[While Adam gets his tablet Iggy leans over to help himself to another line. Another reason to adore Adam: his drugs are high quality.
He sits back, eyes bright, wiping at his nose and listening with unfeigned interest. He grins.]
Van Morrison? You think I'd hate Van Morrison? Adam. Please. I love it.
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