Re: log: connie/atticus
"Not sure how good I am. But I'm not actively bad. That'll have to do." Atticus had tried, at different points in his lifetime, to change his way of being. Like most New Year's resolutions, it never stuck, and he'd accepted it at this point. His expression was all 'take me or leave me,' because the rumpled man on the couch knew better than to let anyone believe him to be different than he was. At points, people had tried to change him, and that hadn't worked, either.
"Just Michael. Don't know where Will and Carver are," he explained. "Janus is staying until someone formally complains." Part of him hoped someone complained quickly. Part of him hoped no one complained, because it would be easier not to have to evict a Crossroads demon. Not for the first time, he considered hiring someone to do that. Maybe there was a freelancer that could come in to evict people, saving Atticus the trouble of doing it himself. "That dog of yours will protect you. Should we get it a dog bed?" Atticus had, of course, noticed the dog. "Could always throw my new assistant at trouble, assuming she doesn't run the moment she sees me."
"Don't make yourself a challenge," he said of pretending to sleep and ignoring Janus. Janus seemed the kind of man that would notice someone ignoring him much more quickly than he would notice someone batting eyelashes at him.
But that thing she'd said earlier, about where the boys were living, it made him curious about something. "You don't stay here. Your father leave a house?"