He was a man of many talents. He made little friends (if any), Galatea was the only person outside of this goddess herself that cared for him. His personality was very reserved, stiff and sometimes over-emotional (that was a more recent development). "I forgot what it felt like." He ran his hands under his eyes and mouth trying to quickly compose himself. "To be loved by someone. Without her though and everything is empty."
He cleared his throat, getting a grip on his outward appearance. "I should be, but when I see her now I question myself." He didn't usually let anyone in, but he needed to unleash all that pent up emotion somewhere.