And it's only when that coat settles around him that he shivers, huddling against Takashi. Sandwiched between him and the coat.

Any comment he might have made about the hoodie dies at his admission.

"Three..." He swallows, tries again. "It's been three months? Takashi, you've--"

-- been here alone for three months. Not friendless surely, but Adam knows this man better than he knows himself. Knows how much he puts on his own shoulders and how reluctant he is to share any burden.

Knows that he would have blamed himself for Adam not being here no matter how nonsensical it was.

He leans forward and presses a kiss to his lips. Sure, steady. Here.

"I made it. It's alright, Takashi."