He pinched the photo back from Zeus' hand - it could almost be construed as a snatch and an imminent wrestling match if they were a couple of feet shorter and much, much, much much younger. Except Zeus was driving and Poseidon didn't want to be responsible for this particular traffic accident. The way things currently stood, he was accountable for enough things already.
Looking at the photo again, his eyebrows elevated ever so slightly and he sighed. He'd been too busy being selfish all those millennia ago and assumed that Triton would fend off anyone getting too close to Triteia with a stick. Triton was one of the best fathers in the family. But Poseidon couldn't help but feel that if he'd been her father, she would have been spoiled beyond measure growing up, overprotected, naive and turn into a grumpy old lonely woman.
It obviously wasn't the best thing for her, but if he could do over those times again, he would have told Ares to go break someone else's girl's heart.
Maybe this was making up for it.
"He'll be here," said Poseidon quietly, scanning the orange-tinted landscape.
"He walks a lot. In fact that might be him, right there."
Nevermind that they were in a moving vehicle - moving at over a hundred kilometres an hour, to boot - and nevermind that all Poseidon could see was the back of some random male walking along the highway. Poseidon's hand reached for the door handle and he was going to set things right.