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The cold air hits Jonah in the face as the door to the van swings open. An irritated Adam buckles himself into the driver seat, fingers wrapping around the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. They had just had a close encounter with the police and Jonah had accidently given away their position. He didn't mean to trip over a conviently placed rock, it just happened to be there. But Adam was angry either way. His blue, watery eyes stared straight ahead and his forehead rested on the steering wheel. He seemed like he was seething. The pure anger radiating from Adam made Jonah freeze up and look away. He didn't wanna say anything, he couldn't say anything. Anger made him freeze. Like a deer in headlights.
Jonah builds the courage to look at Adam again, just to see him staring straight at him. Almost uncanny. He flinches at the eye contact, curling in on himself like a small, whiney dog.
"Do you even realize what you did?"
Jonah's throat tightened instantly, hands clenching and eyes looking to the suddenly very interesting road ahead of them.
"You almost got us caught. I almost snapped my arm in half trying to tug your fat ass up off the ground into that alley."
The words clanged into the side of Jonah's head, almost like saying ' fuck you fuck you fuck you ' until Adam paused. He felt physically nauseous. His hands were sweaty, tears forming in his eyes that he pushed away and pinched his thigh for. He didn't mean to cause an issue, he just wanted to snaggle some food for Adam. He hadn't... been eating. Not like he used to at least. Adam would take nibbles out of something, and then put the rest away for ' leftovers '. It made Jonah angry, like bubbly angry. He wanted Adam to take care of himself. That's why he's in this situation.
"I can't fucking believe you. And here, for a few months, I thought you were competent. I can't trust you for shit. This is why you were my last option for this fucking opening."
That's what shatters Jonah. Shatters him into all 100 pieces, stumbling to pull himself back together. He stays quiet though. He pulls his hood up, leans his head on the side of the car window, next to the car lock, and closes his eyes. Jonah knows Adam will half-apologize later. Say he's sorry, toss him a chip big, and call it day. The thought of that makes him ache more. The sting pricks at his heart like cacti, trying to find a place where it can settle and rest there for eternity, causing Jonah constant emotional stress.
Jonah doesn't fight back. He curls up into his hoodie, drifting to sleep as a furious Adam drives them down the road.