Hebe didn't greet him with the same warmth she had tried for before. He thought his own confusion had finally worn her down. She may have even deserted him mentally a while ago. He stepped forward, putting the rose in front of her, his face stoic as he spoke. "For you," he said quite simply. Hercules never did say much, but what he did try to say was always of importance. He never said more than needed.
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