Ronan snorted. "You're the eternal optimist." After talking to Atlas, he wasn't sure that he agreed with Ben. Atlas was too obsessed with her, and from what he'd heard, she couldn't care less about his lycanthropy. The combination was not a good one.
"I'm sure it'll be fine. If I could get along with your parents, then I can get along with your friends." If he didn't, he could avoid her. It wasn't difficult, considering that work kept him busy.
He raised his eyes when he smelt the familiar scent. "Hi, Atlas." He nodded toward the other side of the booth. "Sit, order something, and possibly don't get drunk too soon," he teased.