Deimos' reaction was so over the top and crazed (even for the crazed druggy) that Zeus automatically dropped his grandson's arm and stepped back eying him as if he were the nutter. Had that air released from a pinched balloon noise been a scream? Zeus looked around him at the chaos of the street. Ambulances had pulled out of the drive and were parked a few feet away to attend to the woman who'd been hit. People were still jumpy and jittery.
Zeus turned his attention back to Deimos and blinked owlishly at the younger man. The drugs he was on, a concoction that probably would've killed a mortal made his eyes look bigger and spacier than normal. "Do you not remember?" he finally asked. His words were a bit slurred with the effort it took Zeus to speak in his purple haze. "Don't you know who you are? I'm your grandfather, Luke. I mean Deimos. I mean... shit."
His mind wandered off watching the butterfly that Deimos' hair had birthed fly to a nearby light pole and turn it into a giant sunflower. "Shit. Did you just see that? The shnoze berries taste like wonder!"