He looked down at her hand on his, normally he would have been freaking out over the current situation, not able to believe what they had just discovered together. It was too weird to begin with, and the last thing he would have thought of. Finally with his attention back on her he turned over his hand and held hers squeezing it gently, his thumb grazing the top. "I think, even if they weren't close," they because maybe he couldn't yet identify himself as Anteros, "there is no reason we can't be." But even as he said this the we being Athena and Anteros started to explain the unusual pull he had toward her from their first meeting.
If she was having memories come back to her, which it sounded like she was maybe he would too soon feel the same. "Why do you think we are here, or I don't know reborn?" He never felt silly for asking a silly question, so at least that was easy. "Unless there is no reason, but we are raised to believe in something completely different," Oh yeah! Now what about his Jewish faith, everything he ever learned, did it mean that was a lie? Not that he ever considered himself a devout practitioner or anything. . .