Lawrence doesn't talk much about Allison. He does when he's drunk, but getting even a drop of alcohol into him is tough enough.
Lawrence doesn't talk and Adam doesn't ask. That's how it's been since they've started dating. Adam really doesn't want to know about Allison. Just the idea of Lawrence with her makes him feel sick to his stomach.
Adam occasionally wonders if he wants Allison back. He knows that the answer is most likely no, but he always wonders. The two were already fighting, probably only staying together for the kid, but Adam's mind is always somewhere far away.
He likes to believe that it's just his young mind exploring upsetting possibilities, but in reality he knows that it's because he's worried it might come true.
According to Lawrence, wine is different from beer. He had heard before ( not from Lawrence ) that wine was the Gentleman's Poison.
Alcohol was alcohol. Some tasted different than others and some cost more than others. Adam was used to the cheap pleasures and Lawrence was used to not having any at all. That was why the bright red bottle of Merlot was a treat for both of them.
The foreign substance straight from the bottle danced on Adam's tongue. He already knew the answer, but he asked anyway.
"Why are you doing all of this for me?" Adam's voice was soft enough to blend in with the fluffed colors of the candle lit room. He asked even if he knew Lawrence was beginning to look at him as his new Allison. That was how he was treating him, anyway. Treated him with love, with wine, with so much passion he was clueless as to what to do with it.
Hell, he wasn't even wearing his own shirt. Adam was wrapped in one of Lawrence's over sized long sleeved shirts, just to keep himself warm.
Adam's emeralds glared down at the maroon substance trapped behind glass walls. He wasn't used to all of this. He never would be.
"Can't we just make out?"
To his surprise, that didn't shatter the clarity of the room like he had thought it would. It played out much differently than it did in his head.
Lawrence stared for a moment wide - eyed, blinked only twice in confusion. Then, cocking his head in an angle where no expression could be seen, Lawrence leaned his lips into Adam's. Adam's wine glass was still on the coffee table while Lawrence loosely held his in his hands. Adam's hands dug into the couch, smiling to himself only because he knew that he made Lawrence happier than Allison ever would.