Zeus sat at a bench as he waited, letting the crowd flow around him. The dual sensations here were amazing - one part resting on Olympus, one part embedding himself in the mortal throng. He felt Caerus as he arrived near him, though, and that drove both thoughts away.
He stood, looked around. The boy coming toward him looked so impossibly young, so vibrant. There was no way at all that this was not his son, and he couldn't help but smile to greet him.