InsaneJournal

His father had come back into town without so much as a word. While Hercules would rather it stay that way, there was a lot of hostility to his father for how things had ended up. His madness only further grappled him since the ghosts of his children and the life he'd once had that had been destroyed. There was a part of Hercules that was still torturing himself for his earthly deeds. Hebe had been kind, and tried so hard to help him. She'd sat with him, talked to him and let him weep. All he'd done in return was keep that wall so blocked that she couldn't get through.

When they'd first been married all those centuries ago on Mt. Olympus, the same had happened. He'd had a hard time letting go of the man and giving in to the fact that he was one of them. Now the warrior had returned only to be back in that same holding place as before. Hebe, however deserved better than that. He'd decided to visit her, with a single white rose in hand. He had a hard time wooing women, and even though she was his wife, he wasn't sure where they stood. So, this was a surprise to them both. It was his foot forward.