Zeus cocked a hip with his hands in his pockets and gave Hera a disbelieving look. “Do I look high? I’ve been good. I haven’t been in my old neighborhoods, I haven’t touched a single pill or spoon or needle or anything. I didn’t leave to get high, I left because it was obvious you weren’t going to come to me. If the cops arrest me then they arrest me, I don’t care. I’m sober, they can’t charge me with anything other than violating my contract with the house. Besides they’re all a bunch of losers. Have you seen that group?”
He wandered into her office looking around the place curiously. It was full of books, a bit messy but in that organized way that only she would be able to find anything. There were a few personal touches here and there, photos of people he didn’t know which made his heart twist a little in his chest. He’d missed so much with her. So many wasted years even when they were together. “Miss me?” he asked turning his faded gray eyes back to Hera. She looked so damn good. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her until the world fell around them. “Because I missed you.”