Re: log: chicago - atticus/matt
Matt's priorities were hardly the issue - his living situation was. He still lived in a house shared with two other people. The carriage house was at least its own separate home, and that meant it would be much easier to control access to him. Access meant questions about why Atticus wasn't in the hospital when he looked like death. "I'll tell her you have a headache," he said. When he was confident that Atticus was going to be able to stay standing on his own, he drifted away from him. "Alright. Hang on." He wasn't sleeping on an inflatable bed unless he hung his arm flat on the floor - the thing would pop, otherwise. The floor would suit him just fine, though he didn't bother telling Atticus that. He'd argue.
A little digging produced Atticus' clothes, and he gathered what there was of anything else he'd brought to take with them. If he was going to get him to Repose, then they might as well leave now. The sooner the better to make sure he didn't get any worse on the way back. He'd have to take it slower than he had coming here, stop more often. "Won't make you take anything," he said, glancing up. "Just an offer." If Atticus had his reasons, there was no sense in fighting him on it. He wouldn't want to be medicated himself, in the same situation, but a lack of context gave him no good reason why Atticus wouldn't want to.
Once a plan had been developed, Matt was all business, and he took care of it efficiently. He had a tactician's eye for next steps, even in relatively small matters like getting Atticus from point a to point b. With Atticus dressed, they were ready to go. "We can be back in Repose in less than two days, if you think you can sleep in the car," he said. "Might take a little longer, otherwise." Then he walked him downstairs, always a step behind him. Confident or not, he wasn't going to fall on Matt's watch.