Now if Zeus had heard that thought of Deimos' about lighting coming out of ass then that definitely would've sobered him up and Deimos would've had a very intimate acquaintance with said lightening but up HIS ass. But instead Zeus was unaware of those thoughts though the rest of them seemed to be writ large on Deimos' face.
"I hope you know me. I gave birth to your father." Zeus stopped, frowned and shook his head. "Back that up. I conceived your father. No. Wait. Whatever. My wife Hera gave birth to your dad Ares. Your dad had you. There. I don't get why you don't know this but I'll find out why. Maybe. If I remember and chances are I won't."
Zeus' mind was so fogged with drugs, he couldn't remember why this was all so important and yet a need still persisted that this boy should know. Know what though? Lord, his mind was fucked. "Look, you and me should have some one on one time," he said, his words a tad slurred. "Y'know, catch up and be family again because I was never close to you. So, you know I'm sorry."
The mixture of drugs that Zeus had taken took his emotions from on high/medium ground and threw them off a long dive off a high board. Breaking down into large blubbery sobs, Zeus collapsed into Deimos' arms and sobbed onto his immaculate shoulder. "I'm so sorry. You smell very clean. I'm so sorry I was a bad grandfather! I'm so alone! Is that Lysol Mountain Fresh? That was always one of my favorites," he gulped around his messy sobs.