he's just fangirling his little heart out rn.
Oh. Well. Ganymede couldn't help the happy, smiling display of his teeth, or, for that matter, the warm flush to his cheeks. He wanted to do several things at that moment, which ranged from swooning onto the floor, an option which the alcohol in his system was currently making seem like a decent idea, and just throwing himself in for a hug.
He did neither of these things. Instead, he reached an adoring hand up to Zeus', and ran his fingers across the skin, carefully. "I hope different doesn't mean you don't approve."