Re: [Yelling, maybe: Steve, Janus, Atticus]
Reapers. Janus just shook his head at that. Reapers didn't have friends.
"Itchy skin," Janus replied uneasily, to the middle distance. He came back pretty quickly, sat, wound one knee over the other and hunched over them with his elbows on one kneecap. It didn't look comfortable, but neither did Janus. His attention was present, however, and he stayed focus on the present. He caught Atticus' eye and he didn't like this mention of blood. His mouth twisted and shadowed into disapproval. If it was Steve's, the conversation got ugly at least once, and that pissed him off. Not as a demon or a lover, but as a fucking American. He used a thumb to scratch at his eyebrow.
"You coulda given us a heads up," he told Steve, resigned. "What happened?"