Re: In-Person: Janus/Atticus
Those names were only vaguely familiar to Janus. He thought he'd heard of Maya Angelou. Something about a caged bird. This wasn't that poem. He listened, willingly. "Sounds like it would make a better rock song." He sipped the coffee and rubbed his eyes, not because the body was falling apart, but just because it felt good to mash the eyeballs behind the lids. "I don't go easy on people," Janus said. "Things cost what they cost. I make different suggestions about what's available sometimes, that's all."