Atlas nodded. "Oh course I care about them," he said. "And I do think about them, often."
He sighed then, and reached over to touch her arm. "I'll go," he said, standing up. "I'm glad you don't hate me, and I'm sorry. . . for tonight." Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and touched her hair gently. "I hope you can forgive me oneday. I'll see you later."
He stepped away from her then, and started moving towards the door. He didn't want to leave, but he knew she didn't want him to stay and he didn't want to hurt her anymore.