Re: [Carriage House: Steve, Janus, Atticus]
[Janus shook off any concern with a slight tip of his head in either direction.] I'm fine, it's nothing.
[Janus' hug was not at all traditionally masculine. He wound an arm around Steve's neck above the top of his spine, pressed his opposite palm against Steve's left scapula and pulled him in as if he were a much shorter person, or perhaps a hold at the edge of a very sharp cliff. He didn't seem to realize what he was doing despite the apparent alertness with which he stepped slightly back and sniffed.] What the hell happened? I couldn't find you.
[Now brown, inoffensive eyes glanced back at Atticus. A sense of awkwardness seemed to overtake him, and he stepped back away from Steve. His expression said he wasn't sure that Atticus' "what the fuck" wasn't referring to the hug. He moved two inches away from both of the other men at acute angles, blinking. Sideways look to Steve and jerking his head to the seat that he had just occupied. Sit.]