He almost laughed. He held up his hand, and noticed they were bigger, rougher, as if he'd aged.
He glanced to his left at the full lenght mirror in the washrooms corner, and was so taken aback by what he saw, he couldn't move. He fingered his chin, and sort black goatee had grown in just in the area of his chin proper, his face was more experienced, more attractive...more worn. The single stripe of white hair remained, along with the scar from Alexander...but everything else was different.
"I hate to say this, but a shame on you for saying that. I'm no longer the kid that I once was. I can fit in now...no one knows I'm the old Adrian...my pain is gone...and...I'm actually not half bad looking."
Her smiled at his joke a put a hand on her shoulder. He was so gratefull to these people...
Donald was smoking, yet again, talking to Edward. They were telling stories of their hometowns, and just sharing general information. He was absently strumming his guitar, and trees behind him were shaping themselves. Adrian needed a coming of age gift.