Re: Lake - Janus/Atticus
Atticus had not showed this kind of astute interest in Janus' situation before; he had asked, but the keen questions were not what Janus was accustomed to. He blinked and gave Atticus a quick tick of his chin, slowly lowering the hand with the cigarette. He didn't look up at the ridge. "No, the undead don't like demons. We torture them in Hell." He watched the smile with something verging on alarm. Unreal.
Billy. "Survival instincts?"
"Ah huh. Like, I get it: you get it." Every once and a while you could hear the Sixties in Janus' voice. He looked away, this topic obviously painful. A slow draw on the cigarette. "Don't think that description is fair. Steve left because Steve wanted to leave. I'm still here. We're not good friends, though. Never lovers." Slow solid look, unblinking.