“Starving, actually.” He hadn’t eaten dinner before meeting his brothers, and there sure hadn’t been time once he’d gotten home. Nick reached for the keys, but he couldn’t start the car. His brain was screaming at him. Public! Public! Public! He didn’t know whether that was better or worse than going down to Adam’s apartment. He had to clear his throat. “Where do you want to go?”

“Little place up the road. Dirt cheap and always deserted because they don’t have a liquor license.”

Something loosened in Nick’s chest. “Sounds great.”

Adam reached out and stopped his hand before he could start the engine. “I thought maybe we could walk.” He paused. “Unless you think the weather won’t hold. It’s windy. Might rain.”

Nick looked at Adam’s hand on his wrist. “It won’t rain.”

The wind welcomed him into the outdoors, kicking up to swirl around him. He could feel rain on the air, but a distant promise, nothing they’d have to worry about for hours yet. He was glad for the chance to walk. With a destination and a task and his element feeding him power, his brain relaxed a little.

Until Adam said, “You were sitting in your car for a while.”

Wind rushed between darkened buildings to form tiny whirlwinds from the dead leaves along the sidewalk. Nick fed energy into the air, sending them spinning higher. Clouds blocked the starlight overhead, making their walk very dark between streetlamps. “I didn’t realize you’d be waiting for me.”

“I wasn’t. Not really.” Adam paused, and that hint of uncertain tension found his voice. “I figured I could use a walk either way.”

Either way. Nick took a second to figure that out. Adam had thought Nick was standing him up. Then he’d seen him sitting in the car—quite obviously not getting out. Shame took Nick by the shoulders and shook him. He was disappointing everyone today.

“I’m sorry I was late,” he said.

“Don’t be. You’re here.” But Adam rubbed at the back of his neck, leaving Nick to wonder how much of that was true.

They fell into silence again. Nick let the air swirl around them, seeking answers about Adam’s mood. Waiting for some signal of how to proceed.

“I didn’t mean to ambush you,” Adam finally said.

Nick looked over, confused.

“When you were sitting in your car. Were you thinking of leaving?”

Nick inhaled to lie, but then thought better of it. He nodded.

Adam took that at face value, but he kept walking. “When I saw you sitting there, I thought about doing the same thing.”

Nick ran that scenario through his head. Finally getting the guts to walk down to Adam’s apartment and finding no one home.

That—that would have stung. Given the thoughts he’d been having in the car, he probably would have deserved it.