Re: [Woods: Atticus & Eames]
Wouldn't mind the notion of having a swagger. Wouldn't classify it as that himself, but wasn't an insecure man. Liked a compliment as much as the next guy. As for being cocky, had been an accusation lobbed recently, but Atticus didn't mind that either. Was fine with it. Was fine with most things, actually. Wasn't something he did deliberately. Didn't seek out some kind of elevated zen. Just liked being okay with things. Life was easier that way.
"Can a person run away with themselves when talking about odd ducks?" he asked comfortably, finishing the beer and placing the empty bottle on the nearest counter. Was curious. Wasn't jealous, which perhaps the older version of himself would have been. Mostly, was trying to understand the hows and whys of that old man. Wasn't ever going to be him; didn't want to. Thought understanding him might ensure history didn't repeat, as it were.
Leaned back once the bottle was offhanded. "Seems like Janus knows me well, and the old man, but isn't always forthcoming." Was nearly truth. The female version of Janus seemed much more willing to be informative than any of the male versions. Was interesting. If he had the ambition to publish academically, then it might be something to pursue. Gender differences, etc., but knew he was never going to be the man that spent hundreds of hours writing anything. Took too much self-motivation, and was lacking self-motivation in spades.
Smiled about the ink. "Runes. New. Useful," he explained. Was a brief explanation, but wasn't deliberately curt. Didn't mind being asked the questions. But his thoughts easily turned to the electricity situation. Chuckled. Quirked a brow. "Technically, you don't have electricity," he said. Abandoned houses didn't. Could see the power here was being siphoned from somewhere, but still thought it was an interesting choice to live out here, removed from everything and outside the law. "Such a thing as too much quiet," said the voice of experience.