Atton's Apartment, Manhattan, New York City, Thursday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

You know, Atton was finally starting to get into a rhythm with this life, a daily and weekly routine. It hadn't saved him from careening past an episode of... something... last week, but now that the reality of the potentially-long stretch of life in front of him had settled in-- well, it at least kept his sanity intact.

End of the week was usually Lana time. They'd spent some time earlier that day sparring in the band's practice space. It'd been a good workout.

But now he was home, holding the door open for Lana to come on in. "You're welcome to grab a shower, if you want."

[[ expecting one, but as always open for messages and phone calls ]]

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[unusual_sith]

"That makes sense." Lana nodded. "It's hard not having a purpose. But I'm glad she was a good enough friend to point that out to you."

[suitably_heroic]

"She's a good person," Atton agreed. "Who deserves better than a guy like me."

[unusual_sith]

"I don't even know her," Lana said, "but I have a feeling she'd disagree with that."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton snorted. "I don't know," he said. "You met me for real after the years of 'mind healing' she got me to commit to. You only know the moderately improved model."

Including a year-long stint at a mental health facility he was never going to talk about in his life.

"I still feel guilty," he added. "Even if I know I wasn't remotely in the right place to commit to anything back then, either in a personal or an Imperial Knight sense."

[unusual_sith]

"Also understandable," Lana said. "But I'm rather selfishly glad you didn't, or we might not have gotten to know each other. And I'm sure she has plenty of Knights."