Persephone could sense the nervousness coming from him, or perhaps it was her own nervousness. It was hard to tell; he always seemed so confident, but she never knew if it was an act or not. She thought he had a lot to be confident for.
She wanted to run up and hug him, but she didn't. She felt too guilty for keeping him in the Underworld, knowing he was like her, that he longed to be with nature. Every time spring came she always regretted keeping him from the outside world, but even when she would resolve to free him, every time winter came she couldn't bear to let him go. It was one of the reasons why it was easier for her to cooperate with Hades in the Underworld. She was like him. The Underworld was so cold and gloomy with few visitors. Even when she would become cold like the Underworld, inside she would still yearn for spring.
But now she was standing there awkwardly in front of Adonis again, and she wasn't sure what to say after so many years. The comment about the boar made her smile a little, though, easing the tension. "Once, anyway." Her hand was still pressed against the tree, almost as if for support. She liked to lean against trees. "The last time I saw you it was in the Underworld. It's much nicer here." She glanced down at the petunias as she said that.