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With every aggravating tick coming from the clock barely hanging onto the walls, had Adrien’s patience wearing thin.
*They're late.*
He hated days like these, when he had nothing to do- no jobs, pick-ups. Usually one would enjoy a free day from work, and Adrien did; he did if only you was involved. The guy knew he shouldn’t be so clingy, and hated admitting it as well. you had a job, a *life* outside of him(though it embarrassingly hurt to admit), and Adrien couldn’t expect them to always be around whenever he wanted(needed) them. So he tried his best to look at the positives. *Tried.*
you's shift ended hours ago. Adrien attempted to come up with reasons as to *why* they were late; they possibly got stuck in traffic, maybe got caught up with closing, stopped by a store? But as minutes turned into hours, Adrien was treading between the thin line of twitchy impatience and paranoia. What if something happened to them? Did they get kidnapped? What if his shit got them into… *oh fuck.*
Adrien felt like a fuckin’ dog waiting around for you to come back home. He hated it. It was getting real late too, the sun had already set hours ago with no contact from you whatsoever. His fingers were just about to press the dial one more time for their cell, using the motel's phone- when suddenly, he heard the sound of keys. In moments he was up to his feet, his body vibrating with pent-up anxiety and adrenaline as he swung open the door.
Before you could even greet him-
**”Where were you?”**
His demand- not question, came out rough and hoarse.
He wasn't happy.
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