“Woah,” I hold my hands up. “I don’t know what’s happening, but I do not consent.” Fox throws his shirt at my face. “At is tattooing me, you dumbass. But, if you would like to discuss whatever that show you two just put on was, we can definitely do that.” “It’s love, Fox. A deep, mystical love that you could never understand.” Atlas looks the bearded man up and down and gives him a wink. “Unless you wanna understand.”
