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unchvined.​

sam’s heart sank when atlas walked through the door, but he masked the feeling as best he could. “yeah, yeah, i’m a personal trainer. got me on desk duty today, though,” he said, answering the question. he had to be friendly; how could he not? it wasn’t like atlas had known what was going on when… everything happened. it wasn’t his fault. sam knew he shouldn’t blame him and honestly, he didn’t. “so, what brings you in here today? are you a member?”

 it  was  uncomfortable    ––    at  least  for  atlas.    wasn’t  really  sure  how  sam  felt.    it  wasn’t  like  they  were  friends    ,    but  the  situation  was  awkward.    ❛    oh.    ❜    wasn’t  even  sure  what  else  to  say.    what  was  the  protocol  in  a  situation  like  this    ?    ❛    that’s  cool.    ❜    smooth    ,    atlas.    ❛    uh.    no    ,    i  was  but  i  stopped  coming  for  a  while  but  i  was  bored  and  figured  i  could  do  something  more  than  just  go  for  a  run.    so.    here  i  am.    ❜    almost  regrets  coming.    anything  else  would’ve  been  less  awkward.

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lucienfm.​

“the most clarity i can give you right now is that i don’t want to marry you in this exact second. is that not good enough? do you want my five year plan for our blossoming relationship? too bad, live with it.” lucien was hoping he could shut atlas up with a bit of close contact, maybe get him to forget all this clarity he seemed to want. besides, why did they have to label and define everything? why couldn’t it be more casual, without a definition, just whatever the two of them wanted in the moment – and he knew what he wanted in this moment. “go on, then,” he took a tiny step closer, their chests touching now. “do it. i dare you.”

 ❛    the  ring  i  got  isn’t  refundable    ,    so.    you’re  gonna  have  to  change  your  mind  about  that  one.    ❜    finally  started  to  loosen  up    ,    not  really  sure  why  but  he  figured  it  was  about  time  he  gives  it  a  damn  rest    !    had  given  lucien  enough  shit  and  if  he  could  take  any  advice  from  him  it  would  be  to  stop  trying  to  figure  everything  out  right  now.    atlas  had  a  hard  time  letting  casual  happen  with  lucien    ,    only  because  he  knew  his  own  heart  and  knew  that  lucien  was    ,    well    ,    easy  to  fall  for.    but  he  could  worry  about  that  later.    hand  comes  up    ,    fingers  loosely  pulled  into  a  fist  only  for  knuckles  to  graze  gently  against  the  others  cheek.    ❛    i’m  trying  to  work.    this  is  inappropriate  behavior.    ❜    wasn’t  like  everyone  was  gone    &    all  he  needed  to  do  with  shut  the  lights  off  and  go    !    ❛    stop  distracting  me.    ❜

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lucienfm.​

“why are you getting angry at me for, like, not saying i want a four year relationship with you? i’m allowed to not know what i want at this current moment.” his patience was wearing thin, he found himself lashing out at atlas for no reason. now he was giving it right back to him, saying he’d punch him, please. lucien walked behind the bar, moving to stand next to atlas. “behave? what if i don’t want to?” he reached out and rested his hands on atlas’ hips, a firm grip, something he used to turn the other to face him, pulling him closer. “you gonna kick me out now? am i breaking the bar’s rules? gonna punch me?”

 ❛    why  do  you  jump  to  such  extremes    ?    god  forbid  i  want  some  clarity.    i’m  not  asking  for  marriage    ,    lucien.    just  a  damn  clue.    i  was  just  making  a  point.    you  really  want  nothing    ?    because  i  can  give  you  nothing.    ❜    wasn’t  sure  what  he  wasn’t  making  clear  to  elicit  such  a  response    ,    but  then  again    ––    figures  lucien  was  probably  over  this  conversation  by  now.    he  should  be  too.    needed  to  stop  trying  to  label  every  damn  second.    content  wiping  down  the  bar  one  second  and  then  the  next    ,    lucien’s  behind  the  bar  with  him.    ❛    excuse  me    ,    employees  only.    ❜    lets  out  a  chuckle    ,    keeping  his  body  turned  away  from  the  other  until  he  has  not  other  choice  but  to  look  at  him.    hands  move  to  settle  of  his  chest    ,    ditching  the  rag  on  the  bar  top.    ❛    yeah.    ❜    a  completely  empty  response    ,    distracted  by  their  closeness.      ❛    i  absolutely  want  to.    ❜

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unchvined.​

it was rare that the gym made sam work front desk duty, especially since he’d become a trainer, but there were still those days where they were short-staffed and his schedule was almost entirely free, save for maybe one or two clients. as someone walked in, he plastered on his best customer service grin. “welcome to turquoise fitness,” he said.

wonders  in  without  thinking    ,    a  rare  off  day  needing  something  to  do.    usually  works  out  from  home  or  sticks  to  going  on  runs    ,    but  figures  it  wouldn’t  hurt  to  actually  go  to  the  gym.    isn’t  thinking  about  who  works  there  until  he  walks  in.  it  shouldn’t  be  as  awkward  as  atlas  felt    ,    but  it  was  definitely  uncomfortable  as  soon  as  he  saw  sam.    ❛    uh    ––  hi.    ❜    it  was  like  he  forgot  why  he  was  even  here.    ❛    you  work  here    ?    ❜

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lucienfm.​

what did lucien want? god only knew, right now all he wanted was a strong drink and maybe a night with atlas ( if that was even on the table at this point – it didn’t seem so ). “i don’t want anything,” he said simply, shrugging slightly. that was somewhat true, he didn’t want anything in this current moment. though, the more existential what did he want in life he didn’t know how to answer, and hadn’t, not since his mother had died. “i don’t know if you can honour that promise, i’m quite irresistible under correct lighting. i mean– you know that, clearly.” he stood up from the stool, stretching slowly. “you ready to go or are you gonna make me help you clean and stuff?”

 ❛    if  you  don’t  want  anything    ,    then  why  are  we  still  even  having  this  conversation    ?    why  am  i  even  bothering    ?    ❜    it  was  mainly  his  own  self  doubt  coming  out    ,    wondering  if  he  should’ve  just  kicked  lucien  out  the  minute  he  walked  in.    maybe  he  should’ve  been  more  specific.    maybe  it  was  his  guilt  coming  through  again.    he  wasn’t  even  sure.    ❛    i’d  punch  you  in  the  mouth  quicker  than  i’d  kiss  it.    ❜    quips  quickly    ,    though  that’s  a  blatant  lie.   ❛    can  promise  you  that  i  can  control  myself.    unlike  you    ,    obviously.    so  who  should  we  really  be  concerned  about    ?    ❜    for  once    ,    it’s  meant  playfully  and  not  as  a  dig.    though  atlas  truly   didn’t  trust  his  own  self  control.    ❛    relax    ,    impatient.    can  you  sit  here  and  behave  for  like  two  minutes  who  i  close  up    ?    ❜

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blndstrs.

“i totally have experience, just check out my instagram.” damian pulled a business card out of the pocket of his jacket and slid it across the bar to atlas. “my phone number’s on there too, by the way. do with that what you will.” subtlety had never been a strong suit of damian’s. “wait, so… you work every day? doing this? damn. sounds like you could use a break. or a career change.” he leaned in, resting his elbows on top of the bar. “you know, you should come do a ride along with me sometime. you’re very pretty, and you’re able to hold a conversation, you’d be perfect at it.” 

 eyebrows  raise    ,    eyes  falling  onto  the  business  card  that’s  handed  to  him.    can  say  that  he  was  expected  to  be  handed  a  business  card.    ❛    so  do  you  actually  want  me  to  check  out  your  instagram  ,  or  are  you  just  trying  to  give  me  your  number    ?    ❜    it’s  partly  a  joke.    partly.    ❛    well.    not  every  day.    i  don’t  work  on  monday.    and  sometimes  i  take  a  day  off.    sometimes.    i  don’t  really  have  anything  better  to  do.    plus    ,    it’s  not  the  worst  job  to  have.    ❜    in  fact    ,    he  quite  enjoyed  it.    ❛    a  ride  along.    ❜    head  tilts  softly    ,    eyes  narrowing.    ❛    and  what  exactly  are  the  details  of  that    ?    ❜

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cameronfm.​

❝ YOU KNOW ME , just always thinking of you ! ❞ she teases , rolling her eyes playfully in his direction. ❝ well if the owner of it doesn’t come back , then you really are in luck with a new wallet. only if you steal whatever money’s in there , i suppose , but don’t quote me. i’m not the boss. ❞ cam shrugs , watching him going through the wallet out of the corner of her eye. ❝ hm show me his picture ? i find tim’s are more mature and that’s why they go by that , but in my experience all timothy’s are kind of , uh , nerdy ? ❞

 ❛    i  don’t  know  what  i  would  do  without  you    ,    truly.    i  think  i  would  be  lost.    ❜    teases  softly  in  return    ,    though  there’s  a  wide  smile  on  his  face.    ❛    what  if  i  empty  the  whole  thing  out  and  just  take  the  wallet    ?    still  stealing    ?    ❜    not  that  he  ever  actually  would    ,    but  there  was  something  comical  about  the  idea  of  taking  this  wallet.    turns  the  id  towards  her    ,    letting  out  a  soft  laugh.    ❛    what  do  you  think    ?    feel  like  his  pals  probably  call  him  timmy.    or  maybe  timbo    !    you  think  i  should  try  to  find  him  or  nah    ?    ❜

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lucienfm.​

“because i’ve been on trial this whole time and i need a break.” would he get bored? god it sounded like lucien. but was he wrong for just kinda hoping he would be different? that lucien would be different this time? maybe he’d get a chance if the boy would take a break from hating himself. “well, i’m not making any promises here i hardly know you, but jeez, give a guy a chance.” finally, a compromise, an invitation to his house. what it would lead to was up in the air ( probably nothing if he went by atlas’ words ). “don’t sound too excited, it’s not like i’m going out of my way to hang out with you or something.” he leaned back, finishing whatever was left in the glass and watching the male as he went through the motions of cleaning. “you don’t get any funny ideas, i’m a born again virgin now, saving myself for the lord ‘n all.”

 ❛    and  you  don’t  think  that’s  within  reason    ,    lucien    ?    ❜    wasn’t  trying  to  be  a  pain  in  the  ass    ,    but  was  feeling  too  many  things  at  once  to  really  properly  express  himself.    would  be  hard  to  put  his  walls  down  for  lucien    ,    but  knew  that  as  soon  as  he  started    ,    they’d  fall  quickly.    ❛    that’s  reassuring    ,    thank  you.    i’m  literally  trying  to    ,    but  you  don’t  really  make  things  easy  for  me.    you  want  to  know  what  i  want  so  badly    ,    but  what  the  fuck  do  you  want    ?    ❜    points  it  out  before  eyebrows  furrow    ,    a  frustrated  sigh  leaving  his  lips.    ❛    if  it’s  an  inconvenience    ,    i  can  happily  call  you  an  uber  home.    ❜      wouldn’t  do  that.    had  already  set  his  mind  on  continuing  this  conversation  somewhere  private    ,    quiet.    ❛    the  lord    –    i  –––    ❜    lets  out  a  chuckle    ,    running  a  hand  over  his  face.    ❛    i’ll  keep  my  hands  to  myself.    can  promise  you  that  much    ,    born  again  virgin.    ❜

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kirbyxriv.​

━━ “ did i? i don’t think i said ugly. ” her tone dry as she placed her hands in her denim jacket. “ i think it’s common knowledge you guys struggle to fill bars..no offence. ” most of kirbys ‘facts’ were from petty gossip or exaggerated personal experiences. “ there could be more than just your looks for the reason you’re not getting hook ups like your style, your personality, your manners or your personal hygiene. take your pick. ” shrugging as she listed as many traits as she could in one breath. “ soulmates? maybe in your dreams. ” a false smile placed on her face before she let out a chuckle, she had never heard her name and bad taste placed in the same sentence. “ you don’t even know me. i have impeccable taste. ”

 ❛    it  was  implied.    you  didn’t  have  to  say  it.    but    ,    i  don’t  think  you  actually  think  that.    ❜    was  he  being  cheeky    ?    absolutely.    ❛    none  taken.    regardless  of  the  fact  that  i’m  sure  you  wanted  it  to  offend  me.    ❜    made  it  a  point  to  remind  her  that  it  doesn’t  both  him    ,    because    ––    well    ,    he  hoped  it  would  get  under  her  skin.    ❛    i’m  just  wondering  why  you  think  i’m  not  getting  hook  ups.    trust  me    ,    i’m  not  having  any  issues.    next  time  i’m  feeling  self  conscious  though    ,    i  know  who  to  avoid.    ❜    eyes  roll  followed  by  a  chuckle.    ❛    yup.    i  don’t  understand  why  you  dislike  me  so  much.    must  be  a  facade.    ❜    truth  be  told  it  did  bother  him  slightly.    but  he  wouldn’t  tell  her  that.    ❛    and  you  don’t  even  know  me  and  yet    .  .  .    you’re  judging  me  all  the  same.    so  why  can’t  i  say  that  you  have  bad  taste    ?    ❜

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The wedding’s off, then?

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lucienfm.​

“i don’t have to be an open book, i’m not the one on trial here right now. now it’s all on you.” maybe in the moment lucien had just wanted to fuck atlas, but now standing here, seeing him, talking to him – he wanted something more. whether it was just to fuck him a few more times or a fully-blown committed relationship he wasn’t prepared to say. “well you’re not trying to be easy, either. you seem pretty fucking intent on not doing anything either way.” for once lucien wasn’t the most guarded person in the room, it seemed. they were competing for the title of most emotionally unavailable and at the minute atlas was winning.

 ❛    and  why  am  i  the  one  that  has  to  be  on  trial    ?    i  didn’t  do  shit.    ❜    except  withhold  thoughts    ,    but  that  was  hardly  causation  for  trial.    right    ?    ❛    maybe  i  just  want  to  see  how  long  it  takes  you  to  get  bored  and  move  on  to  something  easier.    ❜    finally  opens  his  damn  mouth  and  says  something  straight  forward.    wasn’t  even  sure  at  what  point  he  had  become  so  guarded  to  lucien    ,    but  the  more  he  thought  about  letting  him  in  again  the  more  he  realized  the  thought  was  terrifying.    mostly  because  he  knew  he  wanted  to.    but  couldn’t  seem  to  wrap  his  head  around  the  idea  of  meaning  anything  to  lucien  past  a  someone  else  to  sleep  with.    ❛    i  have  to  close  up.    ❜    arms  cross  over  his  chest    ,    letting  out  a  soft  sigh.    ❛    you  can  come  back  to  my  place  but  don’t  get  any  damn  ideas.    my  roommates  are  probably  home  anyway.    ❜

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lucienfm.​

“so what else bothered you? stop dancing around it, be straight about your feelings, atlas.” hypocrisy was practically radiating from lucien. him? telling atlas to be honest about his emotions? outrageous but here he was, going right ahead and urging atlas to do something he himself wouldn’t dream of doing and hadn’t done in the past few months. “also i didn’t use you to cheat, i wanted to be with you and it just so happened that it was cheating. i didn’t go out with the intention of cheating on them, i’m not a fucking psychopath.” that was a bit harsh, but he was growing tired of the accusations, he was starting to wish he’d just waited until he was officially single to be with atlas.

 ❛    i’m  not  dancing  around  shit.    and  even  if  i  was    ,    it’s  not  like  you’re  out  here  being  an  open  book    ,    so  don’t  give  me  that  shit.    ❜    except    ,    he  absolutely  was  dancing  around  it.    only  problem  was    ,    he  couldn’t  even  form  the  thoughts  in  his  own  head  let  alone  voice  it  to  lucien  without  feeling  like  a  complete  moron.    ❛    you  wanted  to  fuck  me.    don’t  make  things  sound  different  from  what  they  are.    ❜    maybe  there  really  wasn’t  much  of  a  difference    ,    but  in  atlas’  eyes    ,    there  was.    that  was  his  whole  issue.    too  afraid  to  fall  for  someone  unavailable    ––    be  it  literally  or  emotionally.    ❛    and  don’t  be  fucking  dramatic    ,    luc.    i’m  not  accusing  you  of  being  the  worlds  worst  fucking  person  in  the  word.    relax.    ❜    sighs  softly    ,    running  a  hand  through  his  hair.    ❛    i’m  just  not  good  at  this  shit.    i’m  not  trying  to  be  difficult.    ❜

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blndstrs.​

“we’ll see where the night takes us.” damian hummed, trying to be at least somewhat mysterious as he swirled the straw around in his glass to mix it a little. “if you need a model for any kind of campaign you have to promote the drink…. i might know someone.” he took another sip, nodding at atlas’s question, and stretched his hand across the bar in offering of a handshake. “nice to meet you, atlas. i’m usually only here when i’ve got a date, but… i might need to make a habit of stopping in solo more often.”

 eyebrows  raise  slightly    ,    eyes  averting  from  damian  momentarily.    ❛    well    ,    alright.    ❜    couldn’t  exactly  argue  with  a  mystery    ,    would  he    ?    ❛    can’t  say  that  i’ve  ever  needed  to  promote  a  drink  but    ––    might  have  to  make  something  up.    we’ll  see.    ❜   lets  out  a  soft  laugh    ,    meeting  the  others  hand  for  a  handshake.    ❛    i  guess  this  damn  town  doesn’t  have  very  many  other  date  options    ,    does  it    ?    ❜    had  lived  here  for  nearly  his  entire  life  and  consistently  thought  about  how  boring  it  was.    then  again    ,    he  did  enjoy  his  job  and  aces  in  general.    ❛    i  work  at  a  different  bar  out  of  town  on  the  weekends  but    ––    weeknights  from  six  to  close    ,    i’ll  be  here.    feel  free  to  come  see  me  whenever.    ❜

[ofatlcs]

lucienfm.​

at this point, he didn’t really know what the issue was anymore. was it just that atlas was afraid of getting hurt? rightfully so, but he wasn’t even giving lucien a chance to prove himself otherwise. he wasn’t even sure if he would be able to prove himself otherwise, but he’d like a shot. “you’re not making your point very clear, i have to say.” it was getting late now, they were the only two in the bar he could see ( there could be more in the back ), but he didn’t feel like leaving, though surely they’d have to close up soon. “do you not do casual things or something? d’you want me to wine and dine you?”

 maybe  if  atlas  wasn’t  so  closed  off    ,    this  would  be  an  easier  conversation.    would  be  easy  for  him  to  tell  lucien  the  idea  of  something  casual  with  him    ,    specifically    ,   was  mildly  terrifying.    however    ,    he  was  that  closed  off    ,    so  here  they  were.    ❛    maybe  i  don’t  want  to  make  my  point  very  clear.    you  ever  consider  that    ?    ❜    it  doesn’t  come  out  rude    ,    if  anything  he’s  more  annoyed  at  himself  then  the  other  at  this  point.    they  were  alone    ,    with  the  exception  of  the  bartenders  of  ace’s  second  bar.    ❛    i  do.    usually  it’s  fine.    ❜    usually.    ❛    but  usually  isn’t  with  someone  who  used  me  to  cheat.    ❜    starts  to  clean  off  the  bar    ,    getting  everything  ready  to  close  down.    ❛    and  i’m  not  bringing  it  up  again  to  scold  you  about  cheating.    i’m  bringing  it  up  again  because  it’s  not  just  the  lying  that  bothered  me.    ❜

[ofatlcs]

lucienfm.​

they clearly had different approaches to their own self-hatred. lucien preferred to mask his behind a wall of sarcasm, jokes, and sexual advances – atlas, however, left it all out in the open. nothing else to say. he didn’t believe it for a second, but for once in his life, lucien didn’t push. instead he simply sat back and watched the other, waiting for the conversation to move on. “why do you think you won’t get bored of me?” it was a fair point, he himself as a boyfriend was just so downright bad that people often ended things with him ( instead of the other way around ). “i’m not that easy to be around, as you’ve so kindly pointed out over the course of this brief exchange. so if you’re worried about getting attached to me after a second round, i think you’ll be just fine.”

 was  surprised  that  lucien  didn’t  push  him  to  say  more    ,    but  almost  thankful  that  he  didn’t.    then  again    ,    he  was  getting  to  the  point  where  he  was  tired  of  deflecting    &    almost  had  to  let  lucien  in    ,    especially  considering  the  fact  that  the  bar  would  be  closing  soon.    ❛    because.    this  whole  thing  wouldn’t  be  an  issue  if  that  was  the  case.    ❜    there  it  was    !    finally  lets  it  be  known  that  it  wasn’t  just  chalked  up  to  lucien  lying.    of  course  there  was  more.    be  it  atlas’  own  insecurities  and  doubts.    worries  about  ending  up  like  his  mom.    settled  and  heartbroken.    ❛    yeah    ,    you’re  insufferable  but  that’s  not  the  point  here.    ❜    but  what  was  the  point    ?    he’s  honestly  not  even  sure  anymore.    ❛    maybe  i’m  just  full  of  shit  and  a  little  pissed  off.    ❜

[ofatlcs]

lucienfm.​

“so you just naturally hate yourself, even better.” lucien honestly couldn’t even explain the reasons for his cheating to himself, let alone to atlas in a bar after a few shots. he did it because why not? he didn’t care enough about who he was with to not, and atlas was too attractive not to. he didn’t regret it, he wished he could say he did – maybe he would eventually, but he’d enjoyed the time he’d spent with atlas, even if it was at the expense of someone else. “except? except what, go on, don’t stop on my account.” the hint of them actually getting somewhere, atlas actually letting him in and letting the facade of disinterest waste away.  “maybe i want a recurring hook up? is that not an option for me? are you really so commitment, gosh atlas.”

 ❛    it’s  one  of  my  best  features    ,    if  you  ask  me.    ❜    lets  out  a  bitter  laugh    ,    eyes  rolling  slightly.    wasn’t  that  he  hated  himself    ,    he  just  wasn’t  his  own  biggest  fan  but  he’s  positive  that  lucien  isn’t  a  stranger  to  that.    maybe  atlas  wouldn’t  have  cared  had  he  not  watched  his  parents  marriage  fall  apart    ––    and  then  wrongfully  come  back  together    ––    due  to  cheating.    in  fact    ,    he’s  nearly  positive  he  wouldn’t  care  if  that  hadn’t  been  the  case.    ❛    no.    that’s  it.    nothing  else  to  say.    ❜    a  clear  lie    ,    though  he  wasn’t  sure  what  he  even  wanted  to  say  to  him  right  now.    ❛    yeah    ?    and  how  long  are  you  gonna  want  that  for    ?    you  may  be  immune  to  getting  used  to  things    ––    ❜    avoids  the  word  attached.    wasn’t  against  reoccurring  hookups    ,     but  knows  what  would  happen  if  he  went  there  with  lucien.   ❛    but  i’m  not.    so  how  long  until  you  decide  you’re  tired  of  it  and  need  something  else    ?    ❜

[ofatlcs]

lucienfm.​

“doesn’t the self-deprecation get boring?” lucien rolled his eyes, something he felt like he was constantly doing in the other’s presence. “well i’m sorry i lied to you but, to be fair, we were hardly the best of friends. i didn’t really betray your lifelong trust, did i? in my defense, you wouldn’t have gone through with it if i told you – clearly – and i was, well, determined. like i still am.” he ignored the alcohol in front of him, not wanting to get too drunk to continue this thrilling psycho-analysis they were doing on each other. “i’m gonna fuck you up? i’m not asking you to marry me, i’m asking you to give me… a go? i don’t know, a try?” what did he want from this? he wasn’t even sure at this point– but it wasn’t nothing.

 ❛    no    ,    not  really.    it’s  almost  like  i  don’t  do  it  on  purpose.    ❜    snaps  back  easily    ,    though  he  was  being  honest.    came  off  as  confident  but  wasn’t  in  the  long  run.    ❛    no.    we  weren’t.    but  why  not  just  break  up  and  then  go  after  whatever  it  was  that      you  wanted    ?    wouldn’t  that  have    ,    i  don’t  know    ,    made  a  little  more  sense    ?    ❜    finally  gives  in    ,    just  the  slightest  amount.    wasn’t  like  he  really  betrayed  much  of  anything.    only  thing  he  did  was  hit  home  for  atlas  on  something  that  still  bothered  him    ,    even  years  later.    ❛    yeah    ,    i  get  that.    except    ––    ❜    shakes  his  head.    lucien  was  getting  to  him    ,    but  he  was  determined  to  keep  his  mouth  shut.    didn’t  need  to  start  opening  up  to  him    ,    let  alone  anyone.    ❛    you’re  asking  for  a  hookup  and  we’ve  already  done  that.    so.    i’m  not  sure  why  you’re  so  damn  determined.    i’m  not  going  to  help  you  fill  your  void.    ❜    and  maybe  he  was  after  something  serious  he  knew  he  wasn’t  going  to  get.