Fitz shook his head, listening to Adam. “Nah man, it’s cool. I think that’s peoples problem they don’t know enough about it. They judge before they know, I’m sure you will get it soon and everything will be just great.” Fitz slurred, reassuring his new friend as he took another drink and put the bottle down feeling beyond buzzed.
“True, true…” Adam folded his hands behind his head, keeping his body straight. “I hope so.” He sighed, reaching his hands up, pulling his beanie off with one and running other through his hair to scratch his head. “I’d like to know how it feels to not hate my body so damn much—not meaning to sound like a whiny brat or anything.” Adam could feel the continuous flow of words coming from his high-and-somewhat-drunken mouth, but he didn’t feel a care at all about it.