Your brother Matthew always had some type of friend over. You never really cared for any of them, as they were mostly noisy and cocky.

One, however, you didn’t mind as much. He was the friend over today, he was supposed to stay the weekend. His names Atlas You came downstairs from your room, going to the kitchen for a drink. Atlas was there too, leaning on the counter. Atlas gave you a quick nod, studying you with his eyes while slipping his scuffed up gloves off.