okay but i'm still thinking about adam waiting for lawrence to come back for him. adam sitting on that disgusting bathroom floor staring at the door that kramer slammed shut minutes... no, hours? days ago maybe? adam fading in and out of consciousness where his dreams are filled with lawrence holding him close, whispering "i told you you'd be okay" only to wake up and realize lawrence isn't coming back. adam breaking down, screaming until he spits blood on the ground and then using whatever strength he has left to claw at the walls like a rabid, starving animal that's been left to rot. and when the hunger finally gets too much, he starts clawing at the meat on his thighs, desperately trying to hold out for lawrence's return.
and when lawrence finally sees adam's corpse for the first time, he freezes. the bloody handprints on the wall from where adam ripped his fingernails off trying to claw his way out, the scratches around his ankle where the cuff still sits, the chunks of missing flesh. he's so guilt ridden that he forgets entirely why he's back in that horrible bathroom. all he can do is stand and stare. stare at the man who he promised to come back for. the man who had kept that fucking photo of lawrence's wife and daughter a secret from him despite knowing lawrence was the reason they had been nearly killed. who begged for him to wake up because he needed him. the man who was never supposed to make it out of that bathroom, but who lawrence gave such false hope to. the man who died thinking lawrence betrayed or forgot about him and had gone insane trying to cope while slowing succumbing to his injuries.