It had been a horrible night. After what happened with that thing and the Yeti, Eddie knew he would never find a Yeti adorable. Never again. Not even when they replayed the Christmas specials that emphasized respecting differences and not judging something before you know it. Never, never, never. And he didn't even really want to think about the other thing. That was scary too, on a completely different scale. And he had to get a ride from him last night.
Eddie balked a little while he walked down the street toward his favorite ice cream place. Greeks were such dramatics. Maybe because they'd never had a chance to veg out on anything. Aside from alcohol, Eddie reminded himself. On his way, he saw familiar blond hair. Wait, was he in town? Eddie ran to catch him--Phobos was one of the few who would understand what happened to him last night.
Phobos was acting a little weird even after Eddie had started talking to him. It wasn't off by very much but Eddie thought there must have been some jet lag or something because Phobos would make these weird comments every now and then about stealing something or how he looked like a douche with his backpack. Phobos wasn't very cuddly by nature, Eddie was pretty sure he wasn't a god of spring and goodness but he was a little more vindictive right now. Meaner. And more like a bully.
But Eddie thought some ice cream would help. They were on their way there when he thought he heard a voice calling his name from behind. He started to turn when Phobos grabbed his arm and a rock. Eddie could only watch in shock as Phobos used the rock to smash through the glass front window of his favorite ice cream store.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Eddie yelled. Looking at Phobos his anger suddenly died. Something was REALLY wrong with Phobos. Crap, this was going to be a horrific week.