Hyakinthos had indeed matured into a man, taller and broader, but not by much that Apollo could not find familiarity in the curve of his cheekbones and lips, smiling just as beautifully as the Sun God had remembered the boy last. A picture perfect image, still locked away in the recesses of his mind as time pushed on and there were only flowers to remember it by.
There was some unfinished business with that smile, but for now, Apollo would be satisfied in just seeing it, rather than tracing the outline with his fingers, committing such fair details to memory again.
"Oh, to see it in Spartan fashion again." He unbuttoned his suit jacket before sitting down next to Clio, receiving the glass given to him.
"Let's begin with a toast. To Clio, loving mother to Hyakinthos and a even lovelier Muse to the mortals. And to Hyakinthos, brave and beautiful youth, whom Sparta had celebrated well on this day." From his charming smile to Clio, Apollo then looked across the short distance between them, catching Hyakinthos' eye, giving the boy a wink. "May you both be forever happy as you are now, with the sun shining upon your faces."