Atticus was never particularly good at showing you his affection, or any attention, really. It's not that he doesn't want to, he just never had the energy or ability to. He's just content with being in your presence and he hopes you feel the same as well.

His fingers runs along your back in lazy motions as he rests his entire body weight against you. The two of you are in the grounds of Hogwarts, the weekend breeze a nice contrast to the stressful classes throughout the week.

"You're cold. Are you dressed warmly enough?" There is a faint concern in his voice as his warm breath brushes against your ear. "I could lend you my scarf. You'll look good in blue."