"I don't know...." He didn't. Everything about that weekend was a blur. He just remembered that his jealousy had been so strong, strong enough to bend him backwards. "I've been ignored for weeks now." His mother coddled Anteros, and even as much as Eros loved his brother, he felt ignored. Wasn't that what the purpose of Anteros had been? To give little Eros company.
He didn't touch his tea, fingers tapping against the mug. "Mother can't see me like this," he pleaded.