It’s a late peaceful sunday night. You’re laying in Atlas’s bed and scrolling through your phone while he’s vigorously playing COD. He smashes the buttons and yells a few insults at the mic.

“Goddamnit,”

He says gruffly as he messages his temples. A cool breeze from the dark moon ruffles through the window. It was about 1 am at this point and he’s been in there for a while.