[Outside Vade: Atticus/Steve]
Steve left Repose on his bike, and he was fairly certain he was being followed. The sun was close to setting by the time he made it to the Capital limits, but he'd made no effort to outrun whoever was tasked with tailing him on the highway. It was only once he got into the tangle of city streets that he took a few detours. They'd find him again. There were no doubt eyes on Vade because of Atticus, but he'd made his displeasure clear enough for the time being.—And, to be fair to Atticus, Steve, who wasn't living out of a duffel bag, hadn't exactly dressed up either.
The roar of his the bike engine lowered to a purr as he pulled up to the building. He'd seen Atticus from down the street, and closer now, leaning the weight of the bike onto his foot on the curb, he looked over at the man standing in front of Vade Mecum. "Hey." He cut the engine and kicked down the kickstand as he pocketed his keys. The feel of vibration tickled Steve's palms still, but he rubbed them on his upper thighs as he crossed cracked cement toward Atticus. His expression softened from its natural stoicism, and he smiled. "I missed you." Steve held his hand out to the other man, and, if it was taken, he pulled him into a hug, their arms trapped between the crush of chests, and he placed a kiss on the side of Atticus' neck, just above maroon collar.