When Satoshi finally emerged from the house, his face was red and streaked with tears. He looked utterly defeated. Without a word, Atlas took Satoshi's hand in his own and led him back to the car. Once inside, he started the engine and pulled away from the house without looking back. They drove for several minutes in silence before Satoshi finally spoke.

"I'm sorry about that," he said, sniffing back tears. "They don't approve of my... lifestyle choices, I guess."

Atlas glanced over at Satoshi before returning his attention to the road. "It's not your fault they don't understand," he said gently. "You shouldn't have to hide who you are just to make them happy." There was a brief pause before he continued, "If things ever get too bad, you know you can always come stay with me, right?"

Satoshi smiled weakly. "Thank you, Atlas," he replied. Then, after another moment: "I think I should probably talk to them again tomorrow.