Re: [In-person: PJ and Atticus]
[Atticus didn't get bossy often. He was worried. He didn't like the feeling. Made him edgy. But PJ sat in the chair, and that went a long way to ameliorating his fears. Was tangible, his hands on the wheelchair's handles, and Atticus was soothed by tangible. Her weight was solid, and that went a long way to making him think they'd get through this. She would make it through this moon, even though she looked terrible, and they would have a month to get her feeling better.
He had to lean at the waist to push her, and he nosed at the crown of her head for one unguarded moment. Atticus wasn't accustomed to caring about people. It was always a risk that was too great to take, but PJ had wormed her way in somehow. Wasn't sure how, but it had happened somewhere along the line.
Atticus pushed the chair outside, and he didn't bother with his car. The shop wasn't far from the B&B, both fairly isolated on the far side of town. Sidewalk wasn't bad. Would be easier to just walk it. Sun was still high enough that he wasn't worried about dark. Atticus attempted to compartmentalize everything, which was at odds with his extreme laziness.]
OK. Do we need to thaw it? Tell me what else I need to know. Or talk about last night. Whatever helps.