Atlas had been in his room, shuffling books around on his bookshelf. He'd been pacing around all day, worried about what they needed to "talk" about. When he heard the knocking, he set the book down that was in his hand and headed out to the main living room.
He smiled when she came in, and was about to say "Hey" when she pulled him in and crushed their mouths together. He certainly hadn't been expecting that. Maybe nothing was wrong after all. Slipping his hand up into her hair, he held her to him, his other hand curling around her waist.
"Hey," he said when they pulled apart. "Good to see you."