He only smirked at that and entered her home. It was a nice place - seemed like the gods favoured penthouses. He knew that for him it felt like being back on Mt. Olympus again - nostalgic in a good sense, because it reminded him of the good memories he had there. Even if those were few and far between compared to the not-so-good ones.
It was always so hard to explain something like that - how one felt. He couldn't understand it either no matter how she put it. All he could do was be here for her and try to keep her... safe from herself.
And that wasn't always easy.
"Um... I don't know what you need to be sorry for?" Ares said, a little wide-eyed.
"If anything I should be the one apologising. I said I would come by yesterday but I didn't. Got a little carried away with family business and..."
She didn't need to know about his killing spree the night before.
"...kinda passed out on the bed."
He was still sporting a few injuries from his encounter with Hades, but the cuts and scratches on his face had healed and the more serious wounds were concealed beneath his clothes.