Re: Tandy/Billy/Atticus: the lake
Atticus watched the boys go into the covered section of the ferry.
Didn't need to pay much attention to the ferry. Was set to do a loop around the lake. Would only require corrections. Was mostly a brainless endeavor, but sat himself on the cracked-leather seat in front of the wheel. Smoked. Ashed into the water. Didn't think much could hurt the irradiated dead down there, certainly not some tobacco ashing. Couldn't clearly hear the boys from where he sat. Could see them. Observed. Until Billy deliberately spoke more loudly. Chuckled.
"Didn't go with the commonly used octogenarian," he joked back, also loudly enough to be heard. "Creative. Will take that as my influence." Flicked the cigarette butt off the side. "If you're going to talk about me, do it while bringing me a slice," he suggested easily, unbothered by anything. These days, interaction put Atticus in a pretty good mood. Flagged a little when said interactions were coming to a close, but this had just begun. Was smiling. No, smirking. Smirking his regular, lazy smirk, as he sat back on the cracked seat in a comfortable and wide-spread crouch. "And am turning 27 on Halloween, if we're interested in technical correctness." Figured we might be. Hunch. "How'd you two meet?" he asked, because conversation was conversation. Alternative was a lecture on Their Eyes Were Watching God, and no one wanted that.