#atticusa

After a rather uncomfortable encounter with the new residents of Atticus and Briar's former apartment where he had tried his best not to hurl at how absurdly sweet she was, he had finally found where they had relocated to. What do you even say to someone who owed you a second date before he disappeared into thin air? Adrian had spent months slaving away at all sorts of locator spells, only getting more and more dejected with every failed attempt. He powered through the sleepless nights and exhaustion, almost drowning himself that one time and going insane with all the books he had read, only to find out that Atticus was safe. He had been perfectly fine, being well taken cared of with everything he could ever want for--or at least that was how Jasmine had described it. He blinked at the Greek’s door, not really sure what he was doing here, but he figured he’d drop off his things and maybe finally get some rest, when the door opened. “Uh, I was just about to knock,” he said hesitantly, momentarily forgetting he was holding a paper bag of belongings. 

Adrian was just in the middle of writing down verbal endorsements when his ears piqued at a name. He copied all of his reports and shadowed a few of the nurses to learn about certain procedures as well as note down all the patient stats and tests. When he finally had time to himself for a break, he set a timer on his phone, grabbed a burrito from the cafeteria and headed straight for Atticus’ room. He read his charts, and although he was stable, the concussion was concerning. He shouldn’t even be so worked up about this, Atticus had been an idiot to charge after the Minotaur. It was supposed to be just sex--no attachments. He sighed as he lightly knocked on the door and came in, hoping he was asleep.

“You’ve got competition.” 

He still found himself sometimes jumping at loud noises, but he was getting better at hiding it. After all, he was taught all his life never to show weakness. But he had to remind himself that he was in a new place where no one knew about his past, and he could be whoever he wanted. It was easier said than done, and old habits died hard. He sighed and sipped his drink as he lamented over these thoughts. It was good night to check out the locals, but if he was being honest with himself, he only really kept coming back here every night hoping he’d catch a glimpse of a certain brunet. Subtlety was usually his middle name until the man in question took a seat beside his. He almost choked on his drink.