Re: Lake - Janus/Atticus
Janus lit the cigarette with the tip of his finger, tapping the end, still looking at the water rather than at the young man. It disconcerted him, and for the first time he got a hint of what it was like when people talked to him with different faces. "How what goes? You mean how it went the first time? I don't remember. Must have traded the memory for something." He glanced at the radio, a flash of fire not unlike that in a cat's eyes at the right angle. "I don't care." He could tune out the radio. Done it before, for ages.
Drag on the cigarette. "Don't hate you not in person. I just get mad when you want to throw me your problems, like a garbage man. 'Hey Janus, I don't feel like caring about the people I care for, you do it.'" He said this false Atticus quotation with the same dead, neutral voice, explaining rather than mocking.