Atlas rolled his eyes and brought a hand up to rub at his face. "I'm jealous, okay? I'm jealous of a fucking toy. All I want is to be with you, around you, in you. All the time. I don't know how to explain it better than that. And your friends and family."
He sighed and rubbed at his eyes, trying to focus on what he was trying to say. "They know things about you. They know everything. I want to know those thing. I want to know everything."
When he finished speaking, he looked up and stared at her for a moment before turning his eyes to the street. "I need another drink," he muttered, his eyes searching for a pub. There had to be one around somewhere.