If Deimos had heard Eros over the music he didn't show it, no hint of acknowledgement in the way he was propped up at all. He lifted his head as his half-sibling came over and for a minute he didn't recognise who it was.
He'd started already at a disadvantage and even though his older brother's recitation of his myths had brought him back from comatose stage somewhat he still had a way to go before he was back to normal; if he got his physical strength back it was hit and miss as to whether his sanity would return.
He finally recognised his relative but that was as cognizant of his surroundings as he was getting. "Hermie... we finally got invited to a party at Olympus." he smiled. "You look nice. How would you like me to address you this evening?" Something he always asked his intersexed sibling whenever he had the chance to discuss things civilly. Deimos really didn't care about gender or sexuality or even species sometimes... dread was dread and it all tasted the same to him.