‘ you ever get lonely, even when you’re around people? ’
“I’m sorry, what?” Adrien turned, hearing the words plainly enough. The problem was, he hadn’t missed the words at all, he was only surprised to hear them spoken to HIM. It wasn’t... really something anyone ever asked him before, not outright like that.
It was a question he didn’t even feel he could be honest in answering. How could he when he was so privileged, so lucky to have what he did when so many did without? Not that he wasn’t entitled to FEELINGS, but he could understand how selfish it could come across. There was always a chance it wasn’t a question meant for him either. Maybe she was talking about herself, building up to a sad revelation he could relate to [which was why he felt so inclined to allow the word vomit to flow free of his lips]. Was it even intended that he hear?
Loneliness had been a common trend in the world of Adrien Agreste. Perhaps it wasn’t only him to suffer its debilitating effects, a discord of the heart that seemed a potent enough contaminate to run its course through all those close to him.
It was a bothersome feeling, that loneliness, a painful throb of sentiment that shouldn’t be.
“You’re Kairi, right?” He felt it best to skirt over the issue. Either, just in case he wasn’t meant to overhear the private thoughts, or because he was and it was too dangerous a topic to address. “I don’t think we’ve met officially.” People often knew him just through secondary sources [and it was sort of impossible to miss seeing his face all over the place with his modeling career].