"Yeah, a pint will be fine," Atlas said, turning his face away a little bit, trying to shield her from his scars. There was no way he could have missed her reaction, nearly dropping a glass and all, and he was sure it wasn't due to just seeing him again after these few weeks.
He accepted the pint offered to him and took a quick sip, setting the glass down after and looking up at her, still trying to angle his face. "How've you been?" he asked after a moment. Being this close to her was. . . intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to leap over the bar and take her up in his arms, but there was no way that was going to happen. He didn't even know if they were still friends. There were many bridges to cross before they could be together again.