Phobos paled but didn't say anything which took an incredible amount of effort, but he knew that if he opened his mouth now, anything that came out would only make the situation worse. So he bit his tongue and just stood there, listening to all Ares had to say like the good son he tried to be and did his best to keep the bile down while he kept thinking 'Welcome to my life'.
When his father oh-so-helpfully pointed out what phones were for, however, something snapped. Grabbing the stupid plastic head, he shoved it back into the fridge, took a couple of breaths and stalked out of the kitchen.
"Alright, here's the thing, dad. It's not like I thought 'oh hey, let's be funny and not tell anyone what's going on!' or that I don't give a shit about anyone and," the light twin ground out after Ares had hung up.
But then he got a good look at his dad's face and the rest -
I didn't 'communicate' with 'people' because I didn't have my fucking phone on me. And even if I hadn't lost it? I wouldn't have been able to make a fucking call, because it's kind of hard to talk when you're unconscious, have a plastic tube shoved down your throat, and your own brain is trying to fucking kill you with all the crap it's picked up over the past... fuck knows how long!
I am sorry for interrupting your life. I know you have better things to do than run after your fucked up idiot kids. And I didn't want to bother you which is why I threw my cell away because I was so fucking scared that if I'd kept it, I would have called you and that's not how it's supposed to work because we pick you up in the chariot, not the other way around!
- turned into ash in his mouth and he felt guilty for even thinking those things. This wasn't Ares and Eros or worse, Ares and Zeus redux. This was The (Pathetic) God of Fear and His Faultless and Flawless Father Show, Episode number I-lost-count.
"I'm sorry." His voice was quiet, flat, dead. "I didn't think it'd cause so much trouble."