carriage house: matt/atticus
[Matt came over, as promised. The days were finally starting to get long enough to let light into the evening, and when he knocked on the door, the light was just tipping toward orange.
It was the first time he'd come to see Atticus in quite a while without his full medkit slung over his shoulder. He believed him, this time, that the wound was healing up no problem. He could take a quick look, but there would be no bottles of saline set up on the counter like dominos.
He'd skipped the baseball cap this time, hair tied back at the base of his neck - it was getting too long, with the days getting warmer. When Atticus answered, or called, he stepped inside.] So. Janus thing?