Re: [Woods: Atticus & Eames]
Wasn't sure of the history of the runes yet. Had preliminary information, but that information came from a salesman. Could never trust a salesman, not if they didn't have personal feelings for you. The man who'd applied the runes was a stranger with a much fatter wallet than he'd had before Atticus met him. Knew better than to trust that. Was working on getting the truth, and Janus was helping to that end. But, like everything in Atticus' life, he wasn't in a rush. Was willing to get there when he got there. Wasn't anywhere near that yet.
A chuckle, this one as he moved away from the counter and abandoned, empty bottle. "Have never had the pleasure of meeting a jealous husband or wife. Like an easy life, and think jealous spouses sound like the opposite of an easy life. Prefer it this way," he said easily, and he did prefer it. Wasn't sitting around waiting for the complications that came with the love of a lifetime. Was certain it wasn't worth it.
Took Eames' hand in a firm shake. Confident. Grinned something that resembled a lazy smirk. "Thanks for the beer. Somehow, though, think you're perfectly capable of finding your own excitement." Just a hunch. With that said, he raised a hand in noncommittal farewell. "Know the way out," he said, and he went that way and out the door. Was itching for a cigarette and to put his feet up. More wandering could wait.