"Who comes on my porch anyway other than friends?" Atlas asked. He knew Oc was safe. They'd gotten separated before.
"C'mon Min," he said. "Do you really think that little of me? That I would wish a life similar to mine on anyone? Least of all on you."
He stood then and went to her. "Get off your arse then," he said. "You might as well get into bed and sleep, because I'm not leaving until you tell me what happened. Or until you promise me you'll let me back in if I go take care of Oc."