Adrestia had chosen to drive to San Jose, embracing the time on the road as space to herself, to think and order her thoughts. Arrival unheralded save for the crackle of gravel under tires, the goddess hooked a large bag over a shoulder and approached the door, which was opened by a familiar, if grumpy face. The kiss meant for her cheek lands at the corner of her eye instead and mumbling, Eros shuts the door behind her then shuffles back down the hall with his amused sister in tow. All but naked, her brother scratches his thigh under the boxers he's no doubt wearing only because they are in Hephaestus' home, and she manages to catch a word here and there, as they enter the media room. Eros abruptly drops to the couch, and by the light of the movie playing silently on the screen, Adrestia catches a glimpse of inked fingers twitching where an equally inked arm dangles off the couch, and the top of Leonard's head is barely visible tucked under the living blanket that has sprawled atop the boy, as if to anchor him to the couch.
Well used to translating Eros' sleep-speak, Adrestia leaves the god snoring on top of Leonard and makes her way to Hephaestus' inner sanctum, pausing to adjust the strap of the bag more comfortably on her shoulder before knocking firmly enough that she can hope to be heard.