"Sorry I'm not me." Not the Hercules she wanted, he had some growing to do. Some grudges to let go of. It was difficult for him when he'd spent so much of his immortal life alone. He didn't intermingle too much with immortals, save Perseus. The rest of it was just him trying to get used to it. He stepped around behind her, his hands on her shoulders. She'd tried, and he had noticed. "Want to make things up to you."
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