"Distraction or cure, I don't feel like I did ten minutes ago," he replied standing from the toilet. "I don't feel great but I don't feel like the floor of a bathroom at a train station either."
Using one of the plastic wrapped plastic cups on the counter, he poured himself a fresh cold cup of water and drank it gratefully. Whether it was psychological or biological, he was damn thirsty and not for alcohol for once either. "Do you have a husband or a boyfriend you need to be calling? It's almost supper time, I don't want to keep you from uh, prior obligations."
The thought of her with a husband burned away the drugs in his system better than any cure. Logically he knew that she'd had husbands since him especially in the centuries leading up to this one where an unmarried woman was looked at with suspicion if she wasn't a nun. Besides she was the goddess of marriage. It'd be wrong of her not to be tied to a man. Whoever he was though, Zeus would take care of him. Somehow.