Re: Lake - Janus/Atticus
"Haven't met you yet. Want to tell me how that goes?" he asked, watching Janus sit. Didn't ask for a smoke. Hazel gaze dropped in the lantern light, then lifted. But didn't ask. Hadn't acquired the habit yet. Was sober. Hadn't acquired that habit yet, either. Not a snarl in sight, as long as un-acquired habits were being discussed. "Bother you?" The radio. Motioned to it with one hand, then tossed his journal on the sand, obviously inclined to talk rather than take notes. "Hate me less in person? Feels like it, anyway," he mused-asked.