However, Adam didn't say it out loud. Right now he felt to pride to admit anything to Sherlock. Whenever the man looked at him, it felt as if he looked right through Adam. Discomfort crept into his shoes with every new sentence of this conversation.
" I didn't acted to hurt. I acted to be free. I fought for my rights and those who died weren't innocent people. John is." He explained, but no matter how he would explain things, what he had done was nothing to be proud of. "I didn't knew better. Now I do." He added.
The concern in Sherlock's voice when mentioning John again was audible and deep down, Adam knew he just wanted the man to be okay. To be happy again. "I don't know how John used to be. But I know how he was when we met. And I know how he is now." Adam nodded a bit. Now he thought about it, John had changed a bit when Adam had came around. "I can make him happy, Sherlock." He pleaded. "I wouldn't turn my back on him, even not when I look normal again. John means more to me than you could ever imagine."
Adam took Sherlock's last bit as good advice. He would pay attention to John's silent moments. Even though he didn't knew what depression meant exactly, he would try and get John on whenever he got this way. "I will take care of him. Not because you asked me to, but because I want to. I want him to be happy. To be like he used to be." He nodded, his eyes trailing towards the front door.