Having company only served to have him ask himself once again what the hell he had been thinking, living his hermit life all the way out here by himself. Sure, he hadn't known where she was all these years, and he would have never known that now would be the time he would find her again, but he could have changed that.
Even if he hadn't found her, he might have found someone else.
But she was here now and that was really all that mattered. If Poseidon was one to dwell on the 'what if's and 'if only's, there would be a hundred other things he would be doing right now; just not sitting here, drinking wine and enjoying Amphitrite's company.
Just to have her voice bouncing off the vanilla walls, resonating in the living room - it was soothing.
"Isn't it weird, how that works. Unfamiliar oceans seem much more foreign than a piece of land that looks nothing like home."