"He trusted you, ya' know?" [Radio/Atlas]

He checked his watch once more, watching the ticking of the hands. In a strange way, Atlas had become far more aware of time. Of the seconds which passed into minutes, every one worth more than the last. Time passed which could never be reclaimed. It made this meeting all the more important, on the guise of politics. Sure, that was a facet. But there was more to this.

He was dressed in a suit, something plain. Nothing grand. He didn't like to look more important than he was. He was still adjusting to the shoes which he had stepped in, impossibly large to fill. When the door to the room opened, he stood up expecting it to be Radioactive. Without waiting he'd cross the room towards him extending a hand over the table.

"Radioactive, thank you for having me. I know this is sudden."