"You think I don't know that?" Atlas asked, a bit harder than he'd planned. Shaking his head, he poured another glass. "You think I like being taken over like this? I fucking hate it. My body, my mind, they're not my own and I don't know how to get them back."
With a growl he tossed back the shot and set the glass back down. "All I know is that I don't want to lose her. Isn't that what love is supposed to be? He'll, I know myself well enoughb to say that I have no idea what the fuck love even is." Love. . . It was a scary word, even for him.