Adam was still in his room with the Codex on his lap when someone knocked. He tensed, wary, not wanting any company but Alec or Izzy. “Who is it?” he called. Relieved but also nervous when Alec responded, Adam called him to come in. He bent his knees up defensively, holding the book on his lap and looking at Alec with nervousness and guilt. Alec was here, at least, which was a good sign, though Adam was worried about how much Izzy might have told him. “Hey.”