It was a beautiful weather, indeed, for things to have gone as well as they were so far in the day.
The Sun God had learned to count his blessings where they counted. This included at least having the majority of his Muses talking to him and not giving him the silent treatment after his appearance from Hades. This also meant discovering that Hyakinthos was alive, well, and not just a flower to remember by anymore.
After leaving Echo with a promise to return, Apollo made the trip to Washington, which had been promised as well. During the trip, he entertained himself in imagining just how much the youth had changed or if he did not at all. If it was the latter than the former, then Apollo would have believed that the Fates had not been so cruel after all, despite their cranky natures.
Stepping off the Metro with hyacinths and roses in one hand and a enchanting bottle of champagne in the other (with compliments from the wine-expert of the family), Apollo followed the pulling sense of familiarity of both a Muse and a short-lived lover of the past before finding the two of them right before him.
"Hello, Clio. Hello, Hyakinthos." The Sun God greeted them both, setting down the champagne and flowers in order to do it properly, which meant placing a light kiss on Clio's cheek and on her hand before smiling at her son, fingers briefly tracing the curve of Hyakinthos' chin before moving away.
"And what a beautiful day it is for such an occasion."