Oliver would have much rather been anywhere else but here, but just as Melody had said, even with Atlas having come back into the spotlight, with him in the picture, there had been no weird mail sent to his home, nor any weird posts and texts. As much as he hated it, this plan was working, but he hoped it would not become his long-term job; he would go insane. “Who pissed in your cereal?” Atlas asked as Oliver drove them to the studio. “I will kill you,” he deadpanned. “Oh, come on,” Atlas whined, “it’s not that bad. We have fun.” “You make me want to throw myself into incoming traffic.” “That’s not the reaction you had when you first found out I was Helios’s brother.” “I like the brand Atlas, not you. You, I can barely tolerate. So, don’t push your luck.” Atlas continued talking,

