[Yelling, maybe: Steve, Janus, Atticus]
Atticus was not pleased. Slovenly, but clean shaved, he didn't like this turn of events. Had made multiple pots of coffee. Was past the moon, so he wasn't as agitated as he could've been, but he was still agitated. Didn't like sitting around and doing nothing. Was a contradiction for a man as lazy as he was, but he didn't like it. Was a new development. Blamed the wolf. Was equally annoyed with Janus' tendency to stare blankly into the distance. Was leaning back against the kitchen counter when the front door opened.
"He's home." This he said to Janus. An echo. Atticus' temper had become an impressive creature in the past year. Hands were fisted at his sides. Decided to let Janus make the initial greeting. Would be friendlier. Atticus busied himself putting a new pot of coffee on.