Orestes just stared at the beer that was intended for him. In most cases he would have been laughing and drinking right now, but his head was too crowded with all the memories of all the things he regretted because of those three lunatics. He knew he didn't have it in him to face them himself. He couldn't imagine anyone could, save for the Olympians. At least he had had both Athena and Apollo on his side at one time. He wondered if he could implore them to come to his aid a second time. No, only if he absolutely needed it. Not only would he be asking a favor of two Olympians, but the Furies would know which of their old charges was out there.
"I never want Hermione to look at me the way she did then," he said darkly. He ran his hands through his hair with a heavy sigh. He grabbed his beer and stared at it for a few seconds before taking a drink. "Maybe getting shitfaced will dull this sense of impending doom," he said, though didn't believe it himself.