Zeus' smile was brief and pained. "I don't want you to pity me. I don't know what I want but I do know that," he murmured looking over at her. "I am glad that you don't hate me. Sort of. My worst nightmares were about you and us. We were on our honeymoon again or we were just laying in bed with the sun on our faces on some lazy weekend. We were happy and content and sometimes we'd make love, a lot of times we didn't. Then I'd wake up in a pool of my own vomit and I'd have to remember that it was just a cruel horrible dream."
He looked over at her with his haggard face and an equally haggard expression. "I miss you, Hera," he whispered. "I miss you more than I miss my power."