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Apollo gazes emotionlessly down at him, even though he was totally calm, he probably looked most dangerous now. He doesn't speak or even acknowledge Zeus' consciousness. That is, ino he backhands the thunder god resulting in a loud crack, breaking the god's cheekbone. His voice is very calm, "Where's Adel's soul?"

Taking the shard of the jewel wordlessly, Apollo rises to his feet, still staring blankly down at Zeus before turning to the others.
Psyche quickly goes to Apollo's side and leads him away from Zeus, having seen this side of Apollo once before and knowing that it was best to get the Sun god away from here before this emotionless, guiltless rage sent Apollo to torture and kill his father. She smiles sadly up as him, "Come on, Apollo, let's get back to Adel and give him his soul back." She takes Apollo's hand and the two of them vanish, showing back up at the suite.
Persephone, stepping close to Zeus, says in a small voice, "What do we do with him?"

Psyche removed the soul from the crystalline shard easily enough and watches as Adel's body accepts it again safely. Adel wakes up as if he had only been sleeping, smiling groggily and looking around at all the gods with slight confusion. Then he saw the blood that had dried an Apollo's clothing from the fight, "W-what happened? Where's Endymion?"

The sun god smiles a little, sadly and sits at the side of the bed, hugging Adel, "Zeus was threatening you and... there was a fight.... Endymion was hurt, but he's recovering now.... We won't be able to see him for a while...." He carts a hand through Adel's hair, a hurt expression on his face, "It is the beginning of Spring.... when winter comes again, so will he...."

Apollo sighs sadly, watching Dion leave before looking back to Adel, "I'm afraid it will.... But who knows, maybe he'll surprise us and be early.... But he will most likely be nine months...." He rubs Adel's back, "Adel, Endymion knew what he was doing when he made his decision, and he did what he did because he loves the both of us very much.... So don't worry about him, ok? He's probably in the safest place now that he will ever be and he'll be with us soon...." He hands Adel a cup of hot tea.
"But think about it, we can go and find a new house and get it all ready as a surprise for him...." Apollo couldn't find anything else good to say. He stands up and smiles to Demeter sadly, the motherly goddess nodding in comprehension.
Demeter looks to Adel, "Hey, you must be hungry, huh? Let's let Apollo get some sleep for now and I'll take you to any restaurant you want to go to."

Demeter smiles, "Of course!! Come on, let's go. A couple of big macs do sound good about now!" She and Adel leave, but not without Demeter giving Apollo a supportive 'cheer-up' kind of smile. He returns the smile weakly and once the door closes on their way out, he rises to his feet and walks into the bathroom, quickly getting out of his concert clothes to take a shower.
Stepping into the hot spray, he lets a few tears fall through their natural course, wanting nothing more than to be robbed of the ability to think. He didn't want to think abou the fact that it would be nearly a year before he would see his lover again. But moreso, he didn't want to think about that fact that his own hot-headed need to fight Zeus had nearly gotten his lover killed.

Apollo had just turned off the shower when he heard Dion knock at the door. He quickly puts on a robe, tying the sash tight and not caring that his hair fell dripping wet over his shoulders.
He walks to the door and opens it,staring out at the drunken god. He knew Dion only got drunk like this at extremes, either happy and celebrating or miserable and trying to wash away his sorrows. He sighs and leans against the door jamb, reaching out with a damp hand to steady Dion's swaying body.

Apollo just stares at him blankly for a moment before swiping the whole bottle and taking a long swig. He grimaces and lets it tingle down his throat before handing it back to Dionysus. In the state of mind he was in, he didn't even take note of the way Dion was looking at him. He says in a hoarse voice, "Th-thanks.... But I think I'm going to go to sleep for a while...."

Apollo groans and gives up, following and fallng to the bed, burying his face into the pillows and curling up into a tight ball. After a long moment, he says in a strained voice, "His blood would have been on my hands.... if he had died..... and he almost did, Dion...."