Though Adam's back faced Trey, he never stopped listening carefully to see what Trey was doing. Though Adam liked to pretend he had everything together in his life, the truth couldn't be further. But somewhere in the back of Adam's mind, he'd hoped that by him helping Trey, and by him maybe even becoming friends with Trey, it would fill that empty void in the pit of his soul where Evelyn used to be.

It got rather quiet behind Adam, but he didn't need to turn around to know what Trey was doing. They had been sailing for quite some time. In a few hours it would be light out and he and Trey would probably need to find shadows to hide in. Hopefully they'd reach Paris before dawn. The waters were pretty empty of other ships, still, Adam didn't get his hopes up. Trey was probably tired, it was getting late for them.

He could tell Trey was tired and he had his theory confirmed when he could hear Trey get to his feet and walk away. Adam didn't look at Trey as he left, and he imagined Trey didn't look back at him either. For a while Adam stared at the stars, lost in them. He told himself he wouldn't go off chasing Trey and waking him up until they'd reach Paris, which would hopefully be soon. Adam was starting to get tired, himself.

Adam longed to reach Paris. He'd already planned on finding a job and a decent place to live outside of Paris in a secluded home with plenty of shadows and no neighbors. But first, his mind was set on a meal. He'd probably arrive in Paris and pick off a wandering lady of the night, or a homeless man... The typical dregs of society that no one would miss if they were to suddenly disappear. He fantasizes about it for a while before he too began to doze off a little.

It seemed like only seconds after Adam closed his eyes, he felt a gentle shake on his shoulder and he immediately jumped to his feet and snarled. It was only the ship's captain and the man had told Adam they'd arrived in Monteparnasse. A quiet neighborhood of Paris, filled with artists of all kinds from all around the world. A perfect place to share his musical tribute to Evelyn.

Adam nodded towards the man and quietly walked to the other side of the boat. He didn't touch Trey, he just hoped the sound of his voice would be enough to wake the younger man and if not, then he'd resort to touching.

"Wake up, Trey." Adam spoke as loudly as he could without screaming. "We're here."