"No it's alright." He wasn't a woman; he didn't pack forty kilos worth of junk and ten of necessity. He had a destination in mind, and there were motels and laundrettes along the way. Even some of the 'necessities' Harmonia insisted he took along with him, he left behind.
'Will you be alright?', he wanted to ask, but he wasn't actually that worried for Phobos. Perhaps they'd been apart for so long that it didn't bother him anymore, or perhaps he had faith in Phobos, more than the others, to be able to take care of himself.
"You have my keys. Use the bike if you want; don't get your balls ripped off." Ares had had fifty-seven blows to his right knee - possibly a hundred more that he could not remember - and it healed each time. Getting one's balls ripped off from a nasty motorcycle accident; might not be as easy to recover from.
"Cash card is in the top drawer. Be nice to the cleaning lady." He might not have looked like he had a lot of money, and he was always borrowing from Jamie, but he had a lot of money. Certainly enough to last, unless Phobos was planning to buy up half of Manhattan in the coming week.
"And..." He didn't even know why he was telling Phobos all this. But he already started, so he might as well finish.