Re: quicklog: atticus/matt
[The farmhouse was the same as it was when Atticus rented it. Hadn't redecorated. Hadn't changed anything. Hadn't cleaned. Only difference was booked strewn everywhere. Wasn't even careful about them, which said something about his mental state. PJ had been there a few days and had made a dent in the cleaning. Was still a mess. There was food in the fridge, but it mostly went ignored. Right now, the place was empty of all but Atticus.
Door was unlocked. Atticus was upstairs, in the bed furthest from the stairs. Plaid boxers, shirtless, glasses on his face and a book on his lap. A bottle sat on the floor nearly empty. A generously filled glass was in Atticus' hand. Was cold in the place. The heat from the wood stove had long since died, but Atticus was too lazy to go downstairs. Hair a mess and two-days growth on his face, he didn't move when he heard the door. Knew he didn't need to.
His haunts, the older woman specifically, met Matt at the door. She was visible here, tangible, and she looked him over. She touched his metal arm. Sniffed him. Then disappeared.]