Deimos nearly shoved Philotes out of the way as soon as he saw Harmonia coming. He didn't, but it was a close shave. He caught Harm as soon as she lunged forward, and he squeezed her just as tightly as she was hugging him. And at the moment, he really didn't care who saw. Any of his bad-ass fearmongering son-of-war bravado went right out the window as he swept her up off the floor and spun her around in a hug. "Hey, sis," he said again, because his throat was too choked up to say much more. Except for, "I'm not gonna let anyone else hurt you ever again, I promise."
He buried his face in her hair, and she still smelled the same, nothing he could actually put his finger on but everything that was uniquely Harmonia. "Take it you're glad to see me? Cause I'm very glad to see you."
Because he'd actually been worried that she might tell him to straight to Hell, do not pass Cerberus or collect two hundred dinari. And he made no move to let her go, either.