A blonde teen limps into the day room, using clearly brand new cane to help himself along, taking most of the weight away from him left leg. He blinks owlishly and looks around the room, his eyes almost completely devoid of emotion.
He tries to stay polite as he growls slightly with pain, refusing Anders' help as he gets himself back into the chair. "I'm fine, I don't need that drowsy shit."
Anders bites his lip against what he wants to say, which is, they'd rather drug you into oblivion than actually do anything about it.
He stands back away from Adrian, physical cues noted.
Sitting down hasn't helped, and he knows he has to just accept what she's offering. Doesn't mean he's going to let her know he's losing, so he takes the medication and swallows it dry. "Fine, if it'll make you go away."
He pouts, upset at having to admit to his pain, even to himself, especially in front of a relative stranger. "Say a fucking word about it and I will hit you with my cane."
"I will say nothing to anyone about anything ever," Anders swears.
"What the fuck were we talking about?"
“How famous I am around here?”
"That, or you were telling me your name, strange guy I just met."
Anders leans in close, and winks. "Anders, handsome."
AH! Adrian panics briefly, hoping the immediate reaction of attraction to this very flirty guy doesn't surface obviously enough for anyone to see, but he is very drowsy, so anyone with their face close to his would see the truth, he is very very interested. Instead, he schools his features into something like disgust and leans away from the personal space invader he has apparently gained.
"Woah, dude, I have issues, but they aren't that bad."
The feeling Anders gets is like bile rising in his throat, while ice slips down his spine, and rocks fall into his stomach.
"My issues have nothing to do with my sexuality. And neither does anyone elses."