[ He doesn't think it's wise, but he's not about to admit to having spent much of his short life worrying over the concept of nature versus nurture. Adam believes the truth lies somewhere in the middle, that you are made a certain way but that can't be all. He knows if it were he would be different, he would be like the other boys in the trailer park, taking potshots at fancy cars and trying to get his hand up girl's skirts. His parents have none of his ambition, none of his pride, and so it cannot have come from them.

And without the nurturing presence of his friends, he would be even more volatile, more angry. He wouldn't have been able to find softness inside of himself and protect it. His parents may have brought him into life, but it was through other people he actually lived, which was the most important thing. ]

Yeah, I guess he is.

[ Alec is a better topic of conversation than the previous one, even though Adam had wanted to shout at him most of the time. ]

I don't know. The daemon keeps talking about an apartment but it feels weird to have one just waiting?