"She was standing in the street when I left," Atlas said, still looking down at the table and not at either of the men. "I just need to go," he said. "Come if you want, I don't care. I'm just going to go home. Sit with the dog. Take my mind off things."
He didn't say that his plan was to crack into the case of firewhiskey he had stashed under the sink in his kitchen. He figured Ronan could guess what he was planning.