Re: Island: Janus/Atticus
"Then my eyesite fails me with age. Or I get stupid. Maybe both." The cigarette was handed back now. Let his wrist rest lazily against a bent knee. "Aren't dead. Don't seem fragile to me. Had to understand that was about him, not you, right? Why make a deal to make him see you differently?" Because the conversations he'd read made some more sense now.