Re: Hallway: Atticus M/Steve M
[Atticus might have looked lazy, but Steve knew—or imagined—the day that had been endured. Sapped, exhausted, he looked those things too. Steve smiled back. He wasn't tired, but he was concerned and it was kept stoic in his expression.] I'm trying to get Matt inside. [Steve watched the other man light the cigarette. He passed off the carton and the food. He leaned in to kiss Atticus on the cheek, scratching beard to beard. It was thoughtless affection he didn't think twice about.] You finish the cigarette. I'll go keep him company.