Re: [In-person: PJ and Atticus]
[Atticus wasn't counting on being removed from anything. Always prided himself on not saving anyone, but he could argue this wasn't saving. Was helping. Nothing wrong with helping. As long as his haunts didn't realize he was putting himself in danger, then everything should be fine. Business as usual. If they did figure out that this was dangerous, then it would be PJ who didn't make it through the night. Atticus knew that. Knew he should probably have someone else sit this vigil, but he didn't want to let anyone in on PJ's secret, and he wasn't going to turn one of his closest friends away.
So, he was there, at the door with the wheelchair. He'd already started talking to Matt, and he was counting on company keeping his ghosts oblivious. It was a big thing to count on, especially when he was trying to keep them from knowing anything had happened the night before. On the bright side, they were focused on his inaccessibility for an entire evening, which meant they weren't worried about PJ being ill.
Right now, the goal was to get her situated, then go find some narcotics. Plenty of time before nightfall.
He was dressed in his standard running pants and a shirt so old the letters on the front were faded. The sleeves were long, and he held the chair right there, in that doorway. She looked awful.] Sit.
[Atticus was the poster boy for frumpy laziness, but he could sound authoritative when he wanted to. Right now, he wanted to.]