At his son's inquisition, Achilles merely shook his head, his hand now resting against his forehead. "Another time," he replied. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, finding that despite the appearance of his son there were still things to prey on his mind. He was exhausted, and Achilles more than anyone was looking forward to some peace and settlement within this film---though his perfectionist mind made that often times difficult.
Achilles sat up, dropping his hand and taking hold of the coffee, drinking it in the same manner his son had. There were more than just a few striking similarities.