The first answer was rushed, probably because he didn't quite understand what he'd been asked. But then clarity set in. At least partially. But still, Zeus sighed. “I'm not worried about your work, Kratos,” he said and pat the other god on the back lightly. “I'm worried about you.”
That wasn't entirely true. They were gods. Work and personal life went hand in hand, no matter how little one wanted to see it. It was not always as simple as just leaving your work at work, like mortals had it. It was not a career, it wasn't just a job... it was what they were. Still, the difference needed to be specified.
“You hide things quite well and were it not a skill I employ every day of my existence I wouldn't know to watch for it everywhere.” Zeus turned his gaze back out over the water. “It is not just the absences, or your sister's terrible poker face when she's concerned about something,” he chuckled. “I am never taking Bia along to Monaco...”
After a pause to get back on proper course, he continued, “I just want to be sure you are alright, and I will give you any assistance I can. If you want it.”