He looked into eyes just like his, curious and tired at the same time. She was just like him, anxious each time they saw each other again. Anyone in his timeline or the Greek pantheon for that matter took his breath away. He had no intentions of repeating history again and again like some sick joke the Gods used to laugh at when they got together for parties. He wouldn't doubt that was he was created from one of their drunken symposiums and some Greek-made dart board.
If Antigone sought him out, it was with good reason, and he couldn't fault her for that. She was his favorite.
He stood on shaky legs, finding his balance a little off as if the floor had turned into a pit of lava. Meetings like this were always a bit awkward. He swallowed, not even sure if he had words to give her.