Re: log: chicago - atticus/matt
"Fine, but you're fielding Connie's questions." Atticus loved Connie. Didn't want to have to deal with her worrying. PJ worrying. Cris worrying. Too much worrying. Hiding at Matt's house would've spared him at least one concerned person, but wouldn't insist. Had no idea who Matt lived with, beyond knowing it wasn't PJ. Didn't know Matt well enough to insist. Had to remind himself, there, that Matt had other priorities. Was fine. Was good. Matt was here now, when Atticus needed him. Was enough. "Couch is small. Think there's an inflatable bed in the closet." Was sure he'd seen one there.
"Not really concerned about nobility." Atticus wasn't. Had never concerned nobility. Just didn't like being medicated. Always assumed it was a result of a childhood spent ill. Didn't like medicine. Definitely didn't like medicine that put him out of his head. Was skittish about anything that took his control away. If he was physically soothed, but mentally lax, the haunts always had a field day. "Will take something light. That's all."
Atticus thought he did a pretty good job standing, thanks. Hadn't considered clothing yet. Getting on his feet was his first priority. Once he was there, decided maybe just a jacket would do. Putting on real pants felt like much too much work. "Call me baby enough times, and I might get used to it." But, conceding. "Shirt. Sweater. Pajama pants are fine."