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Adrian was really unsure why they had allowed press into this event, as it only proved to be a great annoyance. No, he did not want to talk about his trade with his ex-fiancée's brother, just as equally as he did not want to address the current status of him and said estranged fiancée and child. Why would that be appropriate material to discuss? The press was relentless, and it made him feel like it was impossible to approach Maggie without fifty other eyes keenly watching on with bated breath. That wasn't how he wanted to be with her, it was difficult enough with just them, openly including others would top the list of stupid things he had been doing all week.

He pressed his lips together stoically, shifting in his chair only slightly as a standing figure blocked his view. He had just been watching the-- thing--- that--- Maggie. It was always Maggie. They had ended up across the room from each other, and it would be a bold-faced lie if he didn't admit he had spent most of his time tonight split between watching her and looking down at the ground.

Suddenly--- where was she going? Was she leaving? He hadn't--- Adrian shot up just as quickly as Maggie had, lingering for a moment before swiftly deciding to casually follow her. There could be something wrong, or she really was leaving, and he didn't want to leave any of their encounters without an exchange... just as he had decided he had lost her, he hadn't.

A small, albeit anxious, smile appeared as he looked at her, and Adrian quickly shoved his hands into his pockets. "I thought--- you might be leaving. Or something," he began to vaguely explain, moving his shoulder slightly as he spoke. Pausing for a moment, he released one of his hands to rub the back of his head. "It's kind of unbearable in there, right?" Unbearable was an understatement.