Ah, and it was good to feel him again, to be swallowed by that simple hug. Their mortal names, lives, and faces changed, but Apollo Musagetes was always grounding, was always familiar, and she internally chided herself for ever forgetting.
With another smile and a squeeze of his hand, she headed further into the apartment. It was a little minimalist for her taste, but she paid it no mind as she called over her shoulder, "You don't look half bad yourself, Musagetes."
She tossed her purse on the coffee table and rounded back to where Apollo was contemplating wine glasses. "If you don't pick one, we can just drink from the bottle."