Atlas continued acting; he kept rubbing his hands over his stomach like he was experiencing pure agony. His body shakes on the ground, then the bigger man looks at him on the ground.
He pulled out his gun for caution, and then he slowly walked to the man with caution. He asked in a low, deep voice, "What's wrong with you?"
Atlas groaned loudly like he was dying, and he said, "My fucking boyfriend left me, what a dickhead!"
He shakes his head with sweat curling on his head, and he says with great pain, "I... I think my stomach ate something bad from early on. Oh no, what if I had ingested food poisoning? Please take the doctors, would you, kind sir?"
The bigger man furrowed his brow and lowered his knees to the ground, and he was about to raise his hand to touch his head, but Atlas moved his head away from his hands. Deep inside, he doesn't like being touched by others, except for his boyfriend.
