"I didn't go pouring out my sob story to them," Atlas said. "I asked Ronan for his advice, because he's my friend, and I thought he might have some experience and insight into what I'm feeling. And I didn't talk to Ben about it at all."
He sighed, but didn't move his hand off of her arm. "I don't think Ronan doesn't like you. It was just surprising, your attitude. They know you're angry with me, so to act like that? It wasn't expected. You don't have to pretend with us. Any of us. It's not needed."
Shaking his head, he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently before pulling away. "I'm not going to fuck you. You know my condition. And you should help out at the clinic if you want, not because of me. There are others out there."
Atlas looked around the street for a moment, then ran a hand through his hair. "I'm going to go pay for my drink now, then head home. I know you wanted to spend time with Ben. But for the record, I never wished that you wouldn't care about me. Quite the opposite actually. I just wanted to be close to you." Moving past her, he started to walk back down the street.