Ganymede actually managed a little smile when Eros giggled at him. It was, a little embarrassing, and he couldn't quite understand what had been so funny. To him, it was a big confession. He still thought about Zeus. Still smiled when he thought about him…still wanted him to come along just to see him again and embrace him, if he was okay with it. But…if other people had similar problems, perhaps it wasn't such a big deal after all.
He almost went to touch the other's hand while it was on his knee, but he held himself back, not really feeling up to it.
"I'm glad you understand." he smiled, gently, his fingers ghosting over Eros' hand as he slipped past him.
He looked away at the mention of Tim, and sighed. God, his mind was wandering, and it just wouldn't stop. He didn't want to stop having feelings for Tim because he had feelings for Zeus. And he didn't want to stop having feelings for Zeus because he had feelings for Tim, as much as he'd hate to admit it. He liked the idea of someone who he could think back and remember and feel warm and content about. Someone who loved him, protected him, thought he was special...and he wasn't just anyone. He was king of the gods. It made him feel inspired, reverent, enthralled.
"I…I really like Tim. He's sweet, and he means a lot to me. But…when I'm with him, I can't seem to…focus on him." he swallowed a bit, and took a sip of his tea, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"I keep thinking about Zeus." he admitted, wanting to die and hide and all of the above. "But, yes. I care about Tim. I'm just not sure if it's...fair to him."