Atlas always had a hard time showing emotion. Never showed it often, unless if he was around you. Then that was an exception. He was sitting on the couch, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. A cigarette in one hand as he rested his other on the ledge of the couch.

“There’s not a damn thing to watch…”

He mumbled, taking a drag out of his cigarette, flicking through channels on the T.V.