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[thephix]

Stop being facetious.

[But there's a smile in her voice, even if it wavers a little with everything else. She ignores it, focuses on making sure her lipstick is perfect.]

Thank you.

[And she actually turns to look at him for a moment, her smile warm and genuine-looking, despite the fact she's not really sure how she feels about any of this. It's important to make sure he doesn't get too upset or tangled up about this.]

Do you have plans for tonight?

[bumbles]

( His smile turns a little apologetic, laughing very quietly, even if it's stilted with the knowledge of all the rest.

Nodding, Donny straightens up. )

Atlas.

( Patrolling, protecting. All the normal things a young delinquent gets up to. )

[thephix]

[Atlas, of course. Even if it's not as necessary here, she's still glad he does it.]

I should be done by midnight, if you're in my part of town by then, we could walk home together?

[It's... something. An offering, an apology for what she has to do, here.]

[bumbles]

Yeah.

( Protecting Max still comes first. It always will. ) D-definitely, I'll-- um. I'll b-be there.

( He'll wait. If she is too late past midnight, he'll start tearing places apart looking for her. It's just how they look after each other. Max doesn't owe him anything, though, no apologies. He'd hate it, if he knew she felt that way. )

[thephix]

Good. [And a smile, as if she'll be glad to see him, glad to have him there, even though she doesn't really need his protection.

She finishes up the touches on her make up, then heads back into the apartment to put on her shoes and grab her purse. She's dressed a little nicer than she normally would be, but she hopes Donny won't think too much of it.]

I'll see you tonight?

[bumbles]

( A flicker of a smile, though it falls away fast. Is Max just trying to be nice to him, again?

And of course he's noticed. Between living together for close to three months, maybe more, and just her being Max, he's familiar with habits, the kind of levels she dresses to, even without having known her so long at home. His expression is just a little more controlled than it used to be. Atlas has to be stoic, has to be in control, and he's becoming Atlas soon.

She doesn't need to see Adonis being stupid. )

Sounds uh, l-like a p-plan.

( Or something. ) B-be careful.

[thephix]

You too.

[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.]

[bumbles]

( 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.

Have fun. )