He sighed, holding out his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry," he said. "I just knew you wouldn't want to talk to me otherwise."
"I thought we said we weren't going to talk about that anymore," Atlas said with a frown.
Reaching over, he gave Oc a scratch behind the ears as the dog sniffed at the jacket she'd tossed at him. He shook his head and turned to perch on the end of her bed, he watched her. "You know I care about you," he said. "I care what happens to you."