Atlas walked out of the shower to find Vanna in his room, holding up a clothing bag.
"Hey, I knocked and walked in. Didn't know you were in the shower until I did," she said apologetically.
"Why are you here Vanna? Did you bring me my son?" He ignored everything else she said.
"Yes Henry is here, but you don't have to watch him tonight."
"Why? I'm free." He shrugged.
"No you're not," she smiled.
His eyes narrowed, half in irritation, half in curiosity.
"You're going to the fundraiser event," she quickly explained when she caught the expression in his eyes.
"Hell no." He turned away from her to his closet.
"Oh come on, Atlas. You haven't been anywhere else but here in the last three months."
"That's simply not true," he replied as he searched through his closet for sleeping clothes.
"But it is. Why don't you take some time out? Just one night doing something other than being a father."
Atlas found a fitting nightwear, and grabbed it.
