Atlas ran his fingers through his hair as he walked down the Alley, not knowing what to expect when he arrived at the Leaky, but knowing what he wanted. He wanted her to forget everything he'd told her. . . to forgive him. . . to not be afraid of him. It was rare that he found someone he genuinely wanted to be around most of the time, and he hated that he was losing her already.
Walking into the pub, he looked around, and spotted her at the bar. She was looking good, but he could tell by her posture that she was nervous. He smelled it too. . . her scent was different. . . not right.
He sighed and walked up, taking a seat on the stool next to her. He wanted to reach out and touch her hair, but he held himself back. "Hey," he said quietly, resting his arms on the bar. "It's good to see you."