"That's fine. Of course it's okay." He could drink and didn't mind drinking anything. He had to force himself to look at someone else; something else, just so he wouldn't make Phobos feel awkward, but his straying gaze never lingered on anything else for too long.
"Nothing's wrong. I just feel like I haven't seen you in a long time."
And when gods said 'long time', it was more than just a few months or a few years. It genuinely felt like he hadn't seen Phobos in countless long years, even if their last meeting wasn't all that far back.
Or maybe it was one of those things he said, spur-of-the-moment, not thinking if he meant what he said or if what he thought he meant was actually what he wanted to mean.
"How have you been? I thought you didn't like it all that much out here."