"What were you meeting with Ronan about?" Atlas asked, skimming the backs of his fingers over the skin of her arm gently.
He shrugged as well. "I used to miss it," he said. "But not so much anymore. I'm used to it. It's who I am now."
He didn't really like the talk about her drinking blood, but he knew that was what was keeping her alive, so he would deal with it. He knew she didn't like to think about his time during the moon. It was just going to be one of those things they had to accept about each other. "You got a new job?" he asked. "At a muggle club? Where is it?"
Closing his eyes for a moment, he forced himself not to think about it. Thinking of her in a new club with hundreds of new men was enough to get him on edge, but he knew he had to calm down. This was part of the reason she didn't want a relationship with him in the first place. He had to learn to control his jealousy or he would lose her. He knew it.
"We'll make this work for as long as we can," he said, cupping her cheek once more. "And if you don't want me once I'm old and grey, that's fine with me."