THERE ARE TIMES WHEN he wonders if being a Seed in the area is an intimidating experience. Are they that esteemed or that feared? Just the look when the other looked up at him was enough to make him wonder if it was the latter. A hand stays steady on the other until he can steady himself. Paul can sense the struggles within the man and he feels for him.
A time not long ago found him struggling with withdrawal and he wanted to simply die than go through it. Being clean now though is a light that he didn’t know existed. The clarity and strength that he has now is all thanks to his brothers. None of which would be possible. “Do you need to go see out doctor?” Paul kneels beside the man with worry written on his features.
“No..” Atreus rasped. His pride couldn't take much more. The stones digging into his palms was a sharp enough pain to clear his mind even for a brief moment.
“'m fine.” He lied. He took a moment to inhale deeply before pushing himself up off the floor into a standing position. “Jus'... one of those days.”
He flashed a weary smile as he carefully made his way to a bench. This was embarrassing, the last person he wanted to see him this weak was the Herald but what else could he do? He'd stayed in his his house so much that he'd been beginning to claw the walls.
He sat down with a huff, holding his head in his hands as he removed his sunglasses.
“Ye dinnae need t'fash yersel wit' the likes of me, Herald.” Atreus mumbled softly. “Ah'm sure there are way more things more important t'be doin'.”