[To say that his actions as of late had been ill-advised would be putting it incredibly mildly. He knows better than that, he does, he's gone millennia without bringing it up face to face more than once or twice. Each time had been just as bad, just as painful, with the same result: utter humiliation on his part and the worry that Persephone wouldn't speak to him again. He would text her in the morning, because going to see her would be too risky, and send Charon the souls at the gate rather than at the riverbed, because that's how it works. He holds it in, keeps it tight, and then he fails. Then it all comes out and he has to be careful, and start from the beginning again. He loves being a part of Persephone's life, being her friend if he can't have her for himself, but getting back to where he was before? It's a process.
And each time when it's over, when he's been reamed out by Hades for being his father's son when all Zeus would say is that Apollo is better, it hurts. It hurts enough to numb his self-confidence to the point that he can't feel it as well as he does on a normal day. He likes himself, he loves what he's done and who he is, but not now. Not after that.
He had considered calling Dionysus, Daphne, Iris, Eros, Aphrodite, but none of them would be any help. They would tell him to suck it up, or tell him he knows better, or be a worse situation entirely, and he can't have that. That's how he finds himself sitting in front of the door to Terpsichore's apartment (what was she going by now? Lyra? Cute), knees up to his chest as he sends a text her way.
Guess what happened again. I'll give u a hint, I yelled at Hades. I'm outside ur door come home?
He could open the lock and get in himself, but he wont. He'll wait.]
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