Phobos just stood there, frowning lightly, registering everything Ares was saying and stored it away, all the while doing his damn best to act as if this was the most normal conversation in the world. Truth was, however, he hadn't expected any sort of conversation at all.
His father had never said goodbye in the past. At least not to him which had never been a big deal. The most the boy had got was a glance, maybe a lopsided smile before he was left behind to watch Ares' retreating back.
He'd never wanted any sort of goodbye - well, maybe had on occasion but not really - because 'goodbye' opened the door to the possibility that Ares might not return and that wasn't a thought he needed to carry around with him every time his father took off.
"Okay. We'll be all right, don't worry." He would look after the others just like he would walk off a cliff if Ares told him to. "You be careful. Those women... they're... a different kind of crazy, you know..."