Ganymede stared down into his tea. Cursing the fact that he couldn't seem to make his cheeks seem any less pink. Talking about relationships. With Eros. Everything was coming together at once to make him into an adequately nervous wreck. He'd never even really talked about Zeus, though he was tempted to try talking about him with Tim...but Tim would probably only get upset. He wouldn't understand. He took a little breath, sipped at his tea a bit, and diverted his gaze to the floor.
"I know he kidnapped me. And I know he must have liked me. I keep reading that, but..." he stopped, with a sigh. "I'm just not sure what I was to him. Or why he would like me. I'm not sure what we did together, and I'm not even sure if I remember liking him. I think I did..." he slid a little, resting his head onto his hand, feeling like he was rambling.
He sighed, and looked up at Eros. He felt silly, worrying himself over this so much. Zeus didn't matter. Not to Tanner. Right?
He wanted to collapse and die right there. He was pining for someone who might not even exist. Someone who'd kidnapped him in a past life, and someone who was now making his life seem awkward without even being there.
"I'm sorry to talk so much. I just don't know how to explain it."