He heard him move and his gaze did raise, just enough to see him approach, dark eyes looking from just under the brow.<br/>There was nothing calm about those eyes, no coldness, no detachment. One could say they were quite on fire.<br/>Ryan had not reclaimed his cool so far and would, probably, not do so soon, either.<br/><br/>Then Atticus took off the eye patch and a short but painfully sharp stab reminded him he had a heart.<br/><br/>A sigh dropped from his lips, a hand raised to comb through his hair.<br/>His breathing has hastened. Something that hardly ever happened.<br/><br/>"You're welcome, Louis," he said, so low it was nearly not audible, then turned that raised hand to the man's scarred cheek, fingertips trailing him gently while leaning over him.<br/><br/>"I..," he started, but just couldn't follow through, cursing himself quietly at the lack of conviction.<br/>Drawing the hand back he frowned again and breathed in deeply, slowly, then released his breath in a sigh.<br/><br/>"Lunch will be here soon," he said instead, then shifted from between the other man and the cabinet, turning to the door.<br/>"I'll be in my office.."<br/><br/>With that he marched out, not even awaiting a reaction, opening and closing the door quietly, paced for a few seconds, then slammed his fist into the nearby wall and froze on the spot, eyes gazing into nothingness.<br/><br/>Feelings were not for him.