Re: [Yelling, maybe: Steve, Janus, Atticus]
Even Janus was clearly on edge, and Steve sighed as he looked at Atticus from across the kitchen. "New reaper friend," he repeated, glancing over his shoulder at Janus as the other man joined the pair. A twinge of curiosity and concern furrowed between fair brows. "You okay, Janus?" He seemed stiff. Blue gaze bobbed back to Atticus and his crossed arms. "I'd like coffee," he answered when Janus did not, and he came closer to Atticus and the coffee pot. The blood on Steve's white shirt was a drop, two, not much, and he glanced down at it, then touched his own nose, then his lip. "It must not be mine," was his joke, but he knew no one would really want to hear it.
Steve made himself a cup of coffee, leaving it black in the mug he pulled from the cupboard, and he leaned against the countertop beside Atticus. "I'm fine. Since that seems to be the worry. I'm fine." He took a long swig of the warm coffee.