Re: [Atticus' Room]
[That was fine. Steve sat back. He kept his hands spread on his thighs, unless he was scratching at his head or shifting. He didn't really know about the Corinthian thing. Not really. He didn't know what was okay. He didn't even really understand what happened, but that forward stare was reminiscent of the thousand-yard. He nodded a little, mostly just to move, to maybe catch Allen's eye.] I don't envy you. Possession. That's—Well, intimate. I'm sorry it happened. [He nodded his head toward the door.] How's Atticus? He says he's uninjured.