It was the third day of my funk and I found myself still unable to motivate myself to do anything but lie on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and staring past the clutter of the room towards the room.
I couldn't put my finger on where it stemmed from, if it truly did, I just knew that the black clouds weren't lifting and everything felt as though it would be dark forever.
Adam passed through the room, pausing briefly to give me a look over before continuing on to his studio, face as stoic and brooding as ever.
He didn't need to ask, it wasn't the first time he'd seen me in such a state and it likely wouldn't be the last, much like I would see him loading the specialised bullet and pressing the gun to his chest as I had other times in the past.
We didn't push into one another's business, we instead understood a silent agreement of always being there for one another in pure company and no words.
Ideal for Adam, the already silent type.
Besides, I didn't wish to distract him from the new album he was working on with my worthless thoughts of self-loathing.
In fact, watching him cross the room and move to his studio was a brief moment of pleasant clarity from my funk as it meant that he'd be doing more work and listening from my vantage point on the couch was a genuine highlight of the past few days.
Typically he'd be in there for a few hours, then he'd leave to refresh before getting back to it until the sun started to peek over the horizon, unless he had other plans of course.
Today ran no differently.
I lay there, wrapped in my burrito and staring at the wall as Adam's instrumentals breached the soundproofing of his studio and filtered into the room I was in.
He took a break nearly four hours later, I grabbed a refreshment and let the high pass before slipping back inside, giving me a cursory offering that I turned down with a slight wave of my hand.
Then he returned back to his studio and me to my moping.
Only nothing came from there, not for a while at least, which was unusual for Adam as he would typically have the next instrument set up and ready to go as soon as he entered the room after his break.
I started to wonder if perhaps he'd lost his motivation or if things weren't going quite right tonight, it wouldn't be the first time he had slouched in his chair and glared at his recording equipment as the night trailed by with no success, or at least none of his finnicky liking.
As a light fluttering of concern started to present itself, a beat soon replaced the silence and pushed the thoughts at bay once again.
Only it wasn't Adam's beat.
It was familiar but it definitely wasn't Adam's.
I waited to see if maybe I was having a moment of confusion and false recognition, if it would change course into something different, instead, as the timing reached that pinnacle moment, the distinct notes of an 80's keyboard were added into the mix and I knew what was coming.
Slowly sitting up, still keeping my blanket secure in place, I steadied myself and then wiggled to the other end of the couch to peer in through the studio window where I could see Adam sat at a keyboard, playing the needed notes as a drum machine continued the underlying beat.
Once the first rift of the notes were done, he pressed a button on the keyboard so the run continued on repeat and then pushed the instrument to one side and stood up, sparing a look out the window and spotting me just as he set up a microphone on a stand.
The rift continued for a couple more beats and then Adam reached over, stopping the keyboard and then slipping the strap of a bass over his shoulder, getting it perfectly in position just in time for the cue.
This was a true rarity.
Adam was going to sing.
"Say hello to the night, lost in the shadows.
Say hello to the night, lost in the loneliness.
Say hello to the night, lost in the shadows, no one knows."
Not only that, but he was singing one of my favourite songs from the soundtrack of one of my favourite, ironically vampire, movies; The Lost Boys.
"I can't wait, I can't wait, no, when I see little lights in the shadows.
One must hide when the sun gets higher.
I don't know what this madness means."
His voice was considerably deeper and huskier than the original singers, but that somehow added an extra flare to the song, the fact that an actual vampire was singing it added to the effect.
"Here comes the night, the bedroom in shadows,
Candlelight, I don't know where it's coming from but I keep moving on,
'Til the darkest thought makes me want to try these wings,
Yeah-yeah."
I didn't think it were possible, but my crush on Adam deepened that night.
He brought a smile to my face and though he acted as impassively as he ever did, not making a big deal of what he was doing even when I started joining in and dancing in my place, I knew him well enough to know that he was silently pleased with himself.
It was moments like this that I would truly cherish, even if I got to a mentality similar to Adam somewhere down the line but hopefully, by any deity that was truly out there and listening, we would see things through together should we ever get that far.