Keeping Anteros in the cut up pajama bottoms was a feat in itself and he slipped out of them a couple of times. But with the threat of not being able to hang out with his niece over his head, he'd always put them back on in Hedone's presence. If Eros took on Anteros' naked traits instead of the other way around, Anteros would be thrilled. At the moment he stuck close to Eros. He loved Hedone and Psyche, but Anteros felt most at home with he was with his brother.
The world was so different and so.. loud. So many beautiful things but so much harshness. It was.. it was.. confusing. He smiled when Eros attacked their mother with love and he waited his turn. Despite being a sort of twin, Anteros was still the younger brother and Eros went first always and Anteros followed. But he looked excited to see their mother, literally bouncing on his feet in anticipation. It had been.. forever.