"Sure thing, Pops," Atlas said with a slight grin, sliding into the booth on the other side of the pair. He'd gone back and forth about coming since his fight with Minerva, and his talk with Ronan, but in the end, he'd decided to come. If anything, it would be a chance to spend time with a friend, which is what he considered Ronan to be now. "I'm going to try and lay off tonight. Don't need you tucking me in again."
He wasn't very hungry, so he just ordered himself a butterbeer and sat back, waiting for what was to come. Min hadn't spoke to him since storming out of his flat, and he was admittedly afraid of what her reaction would be upon seeing him there. "Hey, Ben," he said, taking his mind off of her for a moment to talk to the other man. "How have you been? Thanks for letting me crash at your place the other night. Trying to get home would have been. . . not good."