Re: [In-person: PJ and Atticus]
If I'm tired, they don't get as much juice. Emotions sap me. They sap me. Probably a combination of things that all add up to them wanting to live, and me being isolated ensuring that best. [That was a large collection of words, ones that formed actual sentences. Blame his worry for making his laziness melt like butter.] Probably also concerned I'll tell people if I get close to them. Find a solution. Dangerous for everyone. I've assured them I won't. They give me a little breathing space now. Did attack someone in the B&B who tried to get it on with me, so the slack they're cutting me has limits. [It was a lot of words.]
Existing injuries could be worse tomorrow. [He was surmising, but he felt confident in what he was surmising.] You didn't sign up for anything. Know that, right? Unless you signed a consent form that included fur and big teeth once a month.
[The stall, at least, looked sturdy. After turning on the lights, he walked over and closed his hands around a bar. Gave it a good shake. Felt better about it being more stall than cage, but he knew she probably didn't see it that way.] Don't need to thaw it? Just bring some. Right. Does it need to go in any container?
[He moved as soon as she stood up, and he knew she could do it. Respected that. But he hovered anyway, at least until she got inside and seemed comfortable.] Disco balls are overrated.
[He looked back three times while disappearing for the venison. While he was gone, he messaged Matt, and he wasn't surprised to find Matt there by the time he returned. He assumed it was Matt. Atticus had never met the man. And he, Atticus, knew the sooner he went to score the drugs, the sooner he would be back. He could get to know Matt when he returned. For now, he would have to trust that PJ trusted the newcomer.
Atticus closed the door behind him, after telling them both he'd return shortly.]