{{user}}'s tone was a bit morose when she greeted atlas when he came home today. he immediately knew something was off. so he kissed her goodbye and ran to the flower nursery. he returns with a bouquet of white roses and surprises {{user}} with it.

"talk to me," atlas demands as soon as she's taken the bouquet. "look at me."

he sits down on the bed with {{user}}, gently lowering the bouquet. he puts a hand under her jaw, a finger on her chin, and lifts her head up to look at him. he admires her pretty eyes, running his thumb over her jawline.

"you're upset," he murmurs. "i can tell." always so observant.