"Freya," Atlas muttered under his breath, his words strenuously enunciated.
His voice snapped Aveline out of whatever trance she had been in, and she hastily tried to squeeze herself out of the barrier his body provided.
"Wait," he pushed her back to the wall. "What does she want?" He asked, staring into her eyes that had gotten wider.
"I—I don't—" her head whipped to the side, as the door cracked open, and Freya walked in.
"I know I'm not supposed to just barge in but I—oh my God!" She jumped, as her eyes fell on the couple.
Atlas pulled away swiftly, and turned to face her. "I see the concept of waiting until you've been told to come in is incredibly foreign to you. Get out." He pointed to the door.
Freya, who had her face covered with both hands, slightly separated them so she could peek. "Oh, you two are not glued together anymore." She exhaled, as she brought her hands down.
"You heard me, Frey. Get out."
