Phobos tried to answer and explain himself but he didn't manage to get anything out except 'I was-', 'My phone's-', 'Yeah, but-', 'No-'.
Wide confused blue eyes stared at Ares. The boy hadn't asked or demanded of anyone, least of all his father, to stop their lives for him. Never had, never would; not intentionally.
Still here he was being yelled at because he'd somehow managed to inconvenience 'all of them'.
"Wait, what?" Took a couple of steps towards his dad, frowning. "What are you talking about? What did I do?"