He couldn't be alone. While he lived in his own fantasy in his head most days, he was a very amiable person. He liked to show the world exactly who he was. This time spent inside, cooped up from the world, thinking it was his only savior wasn't true. Euterpe had been a breathe of fresh air, enlightenment in itself. She was beautiful. Amazing. A goddess. She could smoke him right now into a pile of dust if she so wished. Had he completely destroyed what fun he had with her?
"Forgive me, forgive me..." he repeated again and again in a delicate whisper. He'd known how horrible it felt to nurse a broken heart as a man, but he'd never thought how a god would take such tragedy. "I never meant to break your heart." He was just confused and lost. "I don't want to see you leave me."