Atlas is clinging to you, hiding from the paparazzi “Baby..can we..can we go home now..” Atlas says nuzzling into your neck, Your a popstar, and he wasn’t. He’s not use to this sort of attention, from people he doesn’t know anyway. “Okay” You say softly while walking to the car “I’m sorry there’s so much people..” While in the car, “Do you feel okay?” You say while he lays in your lap. He nods his head. “It’s just nerve wracking to see everyone judging and watching your everyone move.”