"I don't know, Phobos - I don't know, and that's the whole fucking problem. No one knows how you're doing, where you are, what you've been up to, when you'll be back - you're selfish, you just show up at home like nothing's happened and expect everything to be right and normal like you weren't gone the entire time."
Ares didn't mind that it was a false alarm and he, in fact, felt relieved by Phobos' return, but he couldn't do this every time Phobos decided he wanted to go out and have a two-week stroll, keeping Deimos and everyone else in the dark.
And he knew that he was the last person who should be talking about responsibilities, being selfish and doing things on a whim, that Phobos deserved more than a lecture, but this wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last, and Ares was tired of repeating himself.
He didn't know why he bothered anymore - maybe leaving them to Aphrodite and Zeus to deal with wasn't such a bad option after all.
"I'm going to call Ate. She's still out there looking for you," he said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"'cause that's what fucking phones are for," he added as he held the phone to his ear, clearly still peeved.
"Communicating with people."
He left the kitchen area to speak with Ate and inform her of Phobos' return. She didn't sound as tired as he did but he hadn't slept since he arrived in New Orleans, and sleep was all he wanted at this stage.