Re: B&B: Janus, Steve, Atticus
Atticus wasn't thinking about surname revelation. He'd never looked to see what Janus' surname was on his move-in papers. Wasn't that he lacked interest, but he wasn't sure if Janus gave his real name anywhere. Was fairly certain the man wasn't named Janus. Didn't necessarily believe Allen was accurate either. Possibly he misunderstood the connection between the two men, or he would've understood that wartime names were likely genuine. But Atticus hadn't slept. He was worried about the mountain of drugs in the carriage house. He was worried about PJ. He was worried about his own lack of impressiveness in the face of physical perfection. To say he wasn't in top form would be an understatement.
Atticus gave Steve a smile when he teased about Janus helping carry things. Was an earnest smile, if tired, and Atticus really wanted his cup of coffee.
Eye on the prize, Atticus was completely blindsided by the touch to his chin, and he draw back from the touch when the air went acrid. "For fuck's sake, not now." The words were muttered under his breath, a snarl to them, and he really needed some sleep. He put the coffee cup down on the counter, and he rubbed a broad hand over his curls and to the nape of his neck. He missed the look the two men exchanged, and he just crossed his arms protectively as he regarded the room.
"You know it didn't go well." Pronouns and everything. He looked over at Steve, because he imagined it was awkward to stand there, outside the loop. "Friend's sick. Told you about her? She needed some painkillers. I tried to acquire some. Luckily, she has a friend with medical skills. He's staying with her for now." Maybe that was obvious. Atticus wouldn't be standing there if PJ's life was in danger. "Janus is enjoying his 'I told you so' moment." In case it was necessary, an addition. "Just got mugged. Not the end of the world. Am fine."