Well, at least Atton knew how to stop Sparkle's anxious pacing in a pinch. Sparkle looked his way, seemed to take a moment to kind of process that he'd been spoken to, and then he was launching himself in Atton's direction.

... At least he also had the presence of mind to not just straight-up tackle him, here. But he was sure as hell going in for the hug.

"Scared the fucking shit out of me, asshole."