"It's not literally hot..." Atticus mumbled, returning to his labors. He returned with his jacket in hand, having noted the clouds that were sure to rain. "Yes, now. I haven't got anything in mind, I don't know the area well at all. Maybe you could suggest something?" He paused and looked back at Aerin, his brow furrowed. The other man seemed comfortable on his couch; perhaps he'd interrupted something. "I'm sorry," he said, taking a few steps towards him. His shoes clacked loudly as he moved a little closer to Aerin. "I'm not interrupting your plans at all, am I?"