He didn't want to her to touch him. Somehow, he felt that if she touched him, he would cry. That was not manly. Zelos would never let him live it down if he found out he cried. Or if he found out about any of this at all. This was not something his brother...
Kratos blinked and looked at Nike when she said Zelos had gone through this too. And other boys. Men. Gods. Others had this happen to them too? Did it happen to everyone? No, she didn't mention girls, but then they didn't have anything that stuck straight out, did they? Well, their chests.
He struggled to put the ideas and images that flooded into his brain out of his mind then, because thinking about girls' chests usually prompted the problem. Their chests. Their bottoms. The way the back of their calves curved from their knee down to their ankle. Kratos shook his head and took a deep breath, then another. Then another. It wasn't totally working, but hopefully Nike wouldn't notice that part.
“It's not a curse?” He was shocked and confused. “Then what is it? What makes it do that? Is it an illness? Can I be healed?”