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Apollo smiles and, noticing that he had fallen back into his habit of coddling Adel, laughs a bit, "Sorry about that... Old habits die hard..." He stands up, "You ok?"

Dion smilesweakly at Endymion, mostly just to convince the young god that he was ok. It was true though, maybe he did still have a chance. He sips at his coffee slowly, "I just don't know how much I can withstand... I've been waiting for him for four years.... I now he can't help that, but I can't help but be involved."

Dion nods slowly, "I understand... I guess I just didn't expect him to react this way.... But I'll stick with it...." He smiles sadly up at Endymion before watching him go upstairs. Feeling aheadache coming on, Dion decided to sip his coffee and sober up a bit before going to apologize to Adel."

Apollo squeezes Endymion's hand, happy that they were still enforcing discipline no matter how much older Adel seemed. H was still very much a teenager, and they'd both have to deal with it. He was also happy that Adel was accepting it peacefully. Apollo stands up, smiling down at Adel, "It's only cuz we love you," he purrs playfully. He glances to Dymion, saying softly to his mind, "Is Dion holding up well?"

As the blanket was pulled over his body, Dion's forehead furrowed slightly. His eyes only opened a narrow bit and, not comprehending anything but a beauiful young man above him, he simply fell back to sleep, clutching the blanket over chin as he turned on his side.

Down in the kitchen, Apollo had ordered in some doughnuts and croissants, too sleepy to cook this morning. After all, Adel had kept them up late the night before worrying. He looked up when Adel entered the room and smiled, "Hey.... You didn't try to wake Dion, did you??? Because anything he does the morning of a hangover can't be trusted..." He held out his arms, revealing a torn sleeve, large bruises and a few large cuts with blood dried over them.

Apollo immediately saw the change ofexpression on Adel's face and shook his head, "He's having a hangover, it's expected that he'd fight back in his half-awake, half-dead state," he chuckles, "But it was no use. Trying to deal with Dion whenhe's stuck on something so stubbornly is no use... Don't worry about it, most of these were inflicted while he was half asleep..." He shakes his head with a grin, "He can be such a big baby at times..." Apollo finished the doughnut in his hand, "He should be awake soon, though..."

"Hush up, Apollo, do you always speak so loud?" Dion was standing inthe doorway, the blanket Adel had put over him now wrapped around his body. His eyes squinted into the light of the kitchen, and he overall looked pretty tired and groggy. He walks in and sits down, grimacing at the sight of the doughnuts before pouring himself a cup of coffee. A moment later, he noticed Apollo, "Holy s**t, Apollo, what happened to your arms???"

Chuckling, Apollo smacked Dionysus playfully, "Ah, you didn't notice? There was an extremely tempermental wolverine sleeping in the hallway this morning. I tried to move him to his bedroom, but noooo. The rodent wouldn't move... And watch your mouth, Adel's only 16."

Dion sighed and shook his head, "Sorry, 'Pollo." He reaches over, casually running his hands and fingertips over the wounds, healing them. but the touch was sensual, like a caress of life, infusing it into Apollo's skin.

Dion lifted his head, his gaze resting concernedly on Dymion and Apollo, "That's odd.... Have you tried praying to her??" Removing his hands, he stands up, retrieving a cup of steaming, black coffee for himself.

Apollo sighed, sitting back down and rubbing his forehead, "She told us the titans have ways of picking up prayers and messages sent mentally, even if they are private... If she is there, they'll pick up on it and know exactly where to find us... Perhaps we should be taking this more seriously, but since they think she's 'one of them' she should be safe... Trying to contact her will endanger her." He takes Dymion's hand, "But I have faith in her, she's a smart girl."

Apollo nods, standing up and taking Endymion's hand, "Right.... You know how to reach us..."

Ten minutes later, Dion and Adel were left alone at the kitchen table. Dion avoide Adel's eyes, although he shot glances in the teenager's direction every few moments. He finally speaks up, "Last night.... I wish I had know that that topic was so... so touchy.... I didn't mean to upset you... I was angry, but you didn't deserve that..." He sighs, taking a sip of the hot coffee, "If you want me to, I'll just back off."

Dion nods slowly, understanding that Adel probably wouldn't want to talk about the night before, but he did feel a little better that Adel was speaking to him and willing to spend time with him. He stands up, stretching, his eyes catching the gleam in Adel's eyes. Not wanting to read too much into it and push Adel away with another seduction attempt, he simply gives in to teasing with his body. Beneath the blanket, there was no shirt and his physique on display as he stretched, "Well, I need a shower, but after that, I'm free all day... Do you have anything in mind?" His eyes rest on Adel, looking very convincingly apathetic.