Atlas made a wordless growling noise into his coffee. "I suppose," he said after a moment. He waved a hand. "Anyway. It's all in the past. Let it lie there."
"Someone should," he said, eyeing his brother over his coffee. "You're too skinny." Then he shrugged. "I don't talk much to many people, so I'm never sure, you know?" he asked.
"No, thank goodness, or you would have heard about it before now," he replied. "Eros can take his arrows and shove them somewhere painful. Pleione and I both escaped unscathed. What about you?"