"I'm sorry." College repeated for what felt like the millionth time without feeling like it was enough. He cradled Adonis' cheek in one hand and stroked the older god's hair with the other. "I'd be horrified, please don't, please don't cry, Adonis. I can make it better." He'd give more presents, more power, half of it all if he needed to, anything to get that look out of Adonis' eyes. "I love you, I'm sorry, I'll never do it again. Promise."