"No, no. That's alright, I– uh, I'll just come back next week. Thank you so much for your ti–" Atticus sighed, unable to bring himself to interrupt the lively group of college students that were so fervently blocking the entrance to the park with some sort of dynamic that was designed to force him to tear more words out of his throat than what he felt like giving today. "I really do need to–" Atty felt his shoulders slump, opting to focus on taking a long drag of his cigarette and giving up on maintaining any expression other than a pained one, not like that particular lot would notice. All he wanted was to take a long walk, clear his head away from his life for a bit... and stop the damned twitching of his hands. "I really don't mean to be a bother but..." The string of words died on his lips as he took the cigarette out of his lips, a shaky breath leaving his heavy lungs before shooting the new face in the distance a misguided look of helplessness.
