Zephyrus playing with her hair was a familiar feeling, an old habit she always enjoyed. It was soothing. Any comfort it brought, however, was destroyed by his words. Iris looked up, but he was already looking away, whether because there was something in his eyes he didn’t want her to see or he didn’t want to see anything in hers, she didn’t know.
“For company.” Iris pulled away slightly, trying to look at him, take him all in. “I didn’t just sit at home and ignore everyone. I talked to people. I’m taking kick-boxing classes with Pollux. I’m giving lectures. I made new friends, contacts from other pantheons. Is that what you want to hear?”