Caerus would have gladly gone to see his father wherever he was asked to, but he was equally glad to accept the ride. He didn’t mind leaving his house to sit empty, he didn’t mind the chance to gaze out of the car windows and think. It was pleasant.
Despite the time he had to wonder, Caerus hardly thought about why Zeus wanted to see him. Zeus was his father - and it had been a long time since they’d seen each other. He had mentioned wanting his thoughts on something, and Caerus didn’t mind giving them if they were asked for.
When the car finally stopped, Caerus got out and glanced around with his usual interest.