Atticus paused and slowly set the cup down. He didn't like the idea, nor was he used to it, but... He looked back at the sound of metal clattering. Slowly he reached out, one long arm extending towards Aerin to take the key. "Yes," he replied, hooking the key on a key ring. He slid it into his vest pocket. The key settled flat in the thick, nice fabric, no longer visible. 

He followed after his roommate, checking his watch as he walked. Again, it was a rather expensive watch, but it looked rather old. Atticus raised his eyes to look at the man. "Thank you," he said, his eyes flickering down to watch the shoe tumble away. "...I'm a writer." He walked past his roommate and down the steps, heading for the small moving van parked out front.