Oliver still didn’t understand why he had agreed. It was his day off for the first time in ages, and he had initially planned to spend it in his own company, something he had been lacking for a while, but Atlas had woken him up bright and early and forced him to get dressed, and the two had walked over to the women’s apartment. Oliver had wanted to take the car, so they could at least stop by for coffee, but Atlas was adamant about walking, and he even threatened to walk alone, which, of course, pissed off Oliver more than he already was. He never should have agreed to take Atlas on in the first place; it was much more trouble than it was worth, but then he was reminded of Max and his whisper, almost as if he had been too afraid for anyone to overhear, how he had been glad he was getting h
