[Although the point of Atlas is that he shouldn't be careful, if he's helping people, but she's sure he'll understand what she means.
And carefully, she walks over to him, rests a hand on his arm and kisses his cheek, leaving an imprint of her dark pink lipstick. When she pulls back, her smile is just a little cheeky, as if she can pretend there isn't any tention between them, that she doesn't know how uncomfortable her work makes him.]
( It'd be funny, if he could get past that uncomfortable, gripping tension in his chest, the thing that keeps him awake, still, and drags guiltily at his gut, a balloon expanding, tightening, never actually giving him any relief. )
Yup.
( Have fun.
For long moments after she's left, he just lingers at the door, before he's grabbing up his bag and going to one of the safehouses. Atlas can't go in and out of this building.
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[Although the point of Atlas is that he shouldn't be careful, if he's helping people, but she's sure he'll understand what she means.
And carefully, she walks over to him, rests a hand on his arm and kisses his cheek, leaving an imprint of her dark pink lipstick. When she pulls back, her smile is just a little cheeky, as if she can pretend there isn't any tention between them, that she doesn't know how uncomfortable her work makes him.]
Have fun.
[After a quick goodbye to Maurice, she's gone.]
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Yup.
( Have fun.
For long moments after she's left, he just lingers at the door, before he's grabbing up his bag and going to one of the safehouses. Atlas can't go in and out of this building.
Have fun. )