Cordelia could hardly focus on what he was saying. It seemed so right that he was Anteros, even if there were not any myths about the two of them ever speaking to one another, let alone having any sort of romantic involvement, which seemed to be the case. She should have been mad at him for how he had responded when she wrote, but instead, it just seemed so...typically him.
"I have always had a feeling. Ever since I first learned about the Greek myths when I was fifteen, I was oddly drawn to things about Athena. I always brushed it off as coincidence, since none of this seems logical. I'm still struggling with it. And yes, I have a journal."
She moved in closer to him once more and placed her hand on his again, "There aren't any myths about Athena and Anteros, but I still cannot help but think they...we...were close, for some reason."