After the talk between Atlas and Meredith, the tension between them seemed to calm down and die down slowly.
As they were enjoying dinner together before their trip, they pondered on to themselves quietly as they thought of clues on how to break Meredith's tie with Marcus.
Atlas had his eyebrows creased together as he thought seriously and deeply. He took a bite of his steak and chewed on it slowly, as if every chew contained answers to their questions.
"Take it easy," Meredith reminded softly, pouring Atlas a glass of water, snapping him from his thoughts. "You have to enjoy your food."
"I know… and we need the energy tonight for the trip." A smile appearing on his face. "But we have no time to waste, Meredith. If breaking the bond is what we are aiming for, then we have to at least have a lead as to how to get it."
Meredith cocked her head to the side. "You're rushing?"
