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"I see." Adam doesn't reveal that Tory's basically just revealed the answer to the question he's been puzzling over for the past few minutes - the presence of an annoying ex confirms that the boy's at least somewhat interested in guys too. For reasons he can't quite comprehend, Adam feels weirdly triumphant, but doesn't show it, instead letting a small smile grace his features.
His roommate brushes past him, sitting down on his own bed, focusing his attention on his phone. Adam watches him go, noting the relative coolness of the boy's skin as it touches his arm briefly. He's not done with the boy yet, though.
Following suit, Adam sits on his bed, then maneuvers himself around so he's lying upside down on it, head hanging off the edge of the mattress, legs resting against the wall. "I won't pry into your business," he begins, his smile widening into the cocky grin he's known for sporting when he's found something he wants - usually a girl - and won't leave until he's gotten it, "but what are you going to do if he comes back? He's gotten our room number somehow, and he's going to come back looking for you. Also, I figure you owe me a favour for getting rid of him, hmm?"
Already he's wondering how far he can push Tory, because while the boy doesn't seem too secretive about liking guys (there goes the hold he has over him, Adam realises) he seems like a good source of entertainment for a while at least. This one incident basically gave him all he needed to start messing with Tory - some might call it sociopathic, the way he messes with people and tosses them aside, even those he calls his friends, but it's not like he's really hurting anyone. Probably. See, the issue is, Adam's never really been one to make emotional connections. His real friends are few and far between, and those he stays loyal to, but aside from them everyone else is just a game to him, guys, girls, whoever. It doesn't matter to Adam, and it never really has, and as far as he can see he's not going to be bothered much with how people are affected anytime soon.
His phone pings, and the screen lights up with a text message. Can you come in? We need you for a couple hours. He groans. "So, I have to call in to work for a few hours, but we'll talk terms when I'm back." Adam stands and pulls off his shirt, trading it in for a more formal button down. The pants he keeps. With a wink and one final toothy smile, he's out the door, swinging his backpack onto his back.