Philotes barely heard Anteros greet his brother. Any other time, she'd nearly be beside herself, blushing and babbling at Eros. Despite the fact that she'd known him a long time, and had known him in the most intimate sense of the word, there was still something about the love god that left her in awe. It wasn't that Anteros was any less appealing than Eros, far from it, but something about Eros just got under her skin in a good way. Most of the time.
Today, though, he said something that felt like he'd just stabbed her in the heart. Anteros was there, holding her, trying to comfort her, giving her all he could, and Eros showed up and... what? Wanted to know why she'd ruined all his happy little lovey-dovey plans? Like she'd done it on purpose?
Philotes rounded in Anteros' arms, unwilling– or maybe unable– to break the connection with her friend. But she could not stand there with her face pressed against his chest when so much anger was pushing to come out of her mouth. She was afraid the venom in her words might burn him if she spoke them while facing him. That pain was to be inflicted on Eros, not 'Ter.
“Blissfully happy?” she demanded of the love god. “Why am I upset? Because I was blissfully happy. I was in love, with a mortal– ” Philotes broke off abruptly, aware of how odd that sounded coming out of her mouth, and now her anger had an even sharper focus. “Did you do that? Did you do that to me, Eros? Did you make me fall in love with him? Because I love mortals, but I don't usually fall in love with them, not like this, not so completely that I wanted to live with him, marry him, have his children. I don't love like that. Not mortals. You did it, didn't you?”
That was the end of her calm, her voice rising harshly, echoing off the cold stone in the room. “How could you? How could you do that to me? To me! I thought we were friends! I thought you cared about me! How could you make me fall in love with somebody that didn't love me back? How?!”