Woven had taken quite the beating, and while he wanted to make Rae help him, he knew she was processing her grief in her own way and it was better to keep his distance until she was good and ready. Despite the tragedy of the veil, Atlas knew that he’d see Jax again, he wanted his best friend to see him be productive, to see him smile, to be happy, even if all of these things were hard. Atlas was alive, Jax wasn’t. He owed it to his best friend to make something of the rubble that Jax’s death had left. There was no more vengeance in his blood, and he was tired of hate. For the first time in ages, Atlas’s soul felt... At ease. He dragged a broom across glass shards that littered the floor, the window would need to be replaced, a long with just about all the materials within. Thank the Gods for insurance. “Do you think Xander is going to propose?” Atlas asked, Winter was quiet, and he thought they both needed a distraction. “I mean, Saf proposed to Rae after they’d been together for like -a month- and Elias was going to marry an incubus before-” Atlas didn’t finish the thought and instead moved on. “I keep waiting for him to make some romantic gesture and get down on one knee, but the most romantic thing he does is rinsing his plate before leaving it in the sink.” That wasn’t exactly true, and truthfully Atlas had always dismissed the idea of marriage. It didn’t mean anything but a secured bloodline back home, and for Xander it was a means of ensuring wealth continued to grow and prosper. It was a stupid government piece of paper, but Atlas wanted what everyone else had.