Spur of the moment. Life was full of those, wasn't it? Like snapping and breaking things and having sharp glass cutting into your hand and-
"Hi Deimos." He looked very different, Ares acknowledged, from the last time he could remember seeing the boy. For all he knows he's looked that way for a long, long time.
Everything could change on the outside but their insides were still the same.
"I've got a few beds, you know. You don't have to sleep on the floor."