Re: [Atticus' Room]
[Janus turned his head around to look round at him. His head looked odd on such a skinny neck, like a top on a stick.] Lungs. Really. [Reflective. Janus liked it when people turned around things. The thought successfully derailed this newest coping mechanism, and a good thing, as the search was ineffective as such a tool. Janus stood heavily against a bedside table, having fished through the drawer blindly, and now realized standing too long was a bit beyond him. He sank slowly onto the bed and his eyes lost a little bit of focus, but he was calm.] That might be good.