"Oh yeah, I know, I know. I saw them earlier," Deimos replied, climbing onto the couch to get a better look at Ares. "But they're for, uh, guests and we're not guests, not really. Besides, princess fell asleep here so I stayed and talked to the liz-... to make sure no... to keep him company. The floor's comfy." It was still difficult to separate what went on in his head from what went on in the real world, but he was trying and he'd made progress.
"Is it okay we just dropped by? I said we should call but he was all 'no, I have keys'." The boy frowned a little, confusion fluttering across his face. "Is it alright? You're hurt so it's okay, right? Unless ma's here but I haven't seen her and I went through all your rooms, daddy." He tilted his head, reaching for his father's arm.
"They're all so empty. Like Phobos." Like Ares. "Who stole yours, daddy? I'll get it back for you. Or did you throw it away?"