He was an invasion to her space, but those centuries ago she had been one to his. He'd had no idea what to do with a young girl. He had once thought Poseidon had given her to him, but he never stopped to think that she had been a pawn in Poseidon's madness. It gave the Olympian power over him with that piece. He didn't realize any of that until Poseidon turned his rage on him, when Briareos could hardly defend himself.
He stepped inside seeing a side of her he'd never opened himself to see. Briareos never opened himself up. He'd had family once, but he never had a bond with anyone. His own mother could never love the faces he and his brothers wore.
His eyes filtered around her apartment. "We're not so different you and I." True to his word he kept his hands away. He did move to take off his coat because it sheltered that pound in his heart that was about to break through his rib cage.