Re: [Atticus' Room]
[He laughed.] Don't need you to be frisky. [Stood from his crouch, and he walked to where the pack of cigarettes was on the windowsill. The raven was there, and Atticus cracked the window before returning with the cigarettes and a cheap, plastic lighter in red.] Want me to light it for you? [Didn't wait for a response. Lit it himself, then handed the cigarette over.] Always patient. Can wait to yell. Glad you're in one piece. Mostly in one piece.