In Paris' drunken fit from a few nights before, he had cried out his problems over a beer. With the revelation that Helen was near, Achilles, and what seemed to be nearly all involved with the Trojan War, there was someone Hector hoped had someone from Ilium would have returned. Hector casually pulled out of Paris for more, but the fool had passed out. Hector used that time to do a little research, and prep his questions for Paris the following day. His baby brother was not the most cooperative of sorts. He tended to try to escape any situation if it didn't pan out in his favor. The advantage Hector had was that Paris right now wasa lost puppy. He'd had his ass handed to him, and now had no idea where to go. Hector was someone he could look to for guidance. So, for some time Hector took Paris under his wing, trying to toughen him back up. He had grown lackadaisical and spoiled. Hard work was never something Paris could put down on a resume. Hector wasn't going to coddle him, so he worked him on the base giving him odd ends and tasks to keep his mind off of his lost loves and sore ego.
Finally, after some time, Hector came across a name and a place to the only love of his life. He'd thought this would finally be his chance to apologize for the choices he'd made that left her in a living hell. She may not even want to see him, but he took the trip to find her, waiting outside her school to see if she'd remember him.