Ares wasn't even aware that there were people standing outside his door, let alone divine entities. He'd actually broken a bottle with a little bit of Jack Daniels still left on the kitchen floor and had taken his shirt off to soak up the alcohol.
He tried to pick the broken glass up with his hand and obviously with all the blood and shards of glass sticking out of his palm, it wasn't working very well.
The alcohol getting into the cuts also made it a very, very painful experience.
He turned to look at the door when he heard it creak open and greeted the two arrivals with a slightly forced smile.
He was clutching on to his wrist with the wounded hand and actually his eyes were on the verge of watering.
"I see you brought Freyja," he commented. His hands were shaking.
Oh god it was hurting so much.
"Uhm. I'll be with you in a second. Help yourself to anything in the meantime..."