"Hurts like a -" Antigone stopped herself from swearing, because Joan. And stopped herself saying motherfucker, because, Antigone. One of the swear words she'd never ever normally use and it felt like it summed up the pain the best.
"Yeah," she said instead, taking the ice and arranging the chunks of frozen peas against her hand. The cold of the ice bit into her, but in a purifying way, and she took a moment just to appreciate the relief before she had to speak again.
"I confronted Ares." It was unfair to make Joan wait to an explanation. If it had been Antigone, she would have been bearing down on Joan from the beginning, demanding to know, right now, what had happened. And Antigone wasn't usually super great at putting herself in other people's shoes but she was determined to try, with Joan. "He's was threatening a girl in the bar and I couldn't sit anymore. Romeo had been sporting a split in her lip for a week and I couldn't sit anymore. Asterion pulled me away before it could escalate."