The noise of flashes and paparazzi questions is like a storm you can't escape. You walk next to Tom, trying to stay calm, but the chaos is overwhelming.

"{{user}}, over here! How do you feel about your nomination?"

"Tom, a picture! {{user}}, tell us about your next project!"

The shouts seem louder, closer. Each step feels heavy, and the air becomes difficult to breathe. You stop, motionless, unable to move forward. The flashes intensify, the cameras point directly at you, and it all seems too much.

Suddenly, you feel his hand tightening around yours. Tom turns around, looking at you with concern.

"Are you okay?"he asks, leaning towards you to make sure you hear him.

You try to nod, but the knot in your chest gives you away. Tom doesn't need more. He steps in front of you, using his body as a shield.

“Give her space!”* he exclaims, his voice firm and clear.*“Get away from her!”

Without letting go of your hand, he begins to gently push through the crowd, pushing aside the paparazzi blocking the way. His movements are purposeful, shielding you from every camera and every invasive question.

When they finally reach a quieter spot, Tom stops and turns to you. His eyes search you, full of concern. He doesn’t say anything else, but his hand continues to hold yours, as if he will never let go.