He couldn't help the flash of fear that Zephyros name caused but then the fear was gone because Apollo was there and he was holding him. He was in those arms he remembered and missed so much and he was holding him tightly.
"I missed you and I hated being taken away from you," he murmured. "Hades and Persephone were amazing people after I died. But they weren't you. No one could ever make up for missing you."
He knew that he had lost the fight to hide his tears, but since Apollo wasn't hiding his, he wasn't concerned about that. He tightened his arms around the god he had never stopped loving. He could feel the fact that he was losing his grasp on all of his control, but he no longer gave a damn. If anyone came into the room and didn't like what they saw then they could just deal.
Because he had waited too damn long to have his heart come together again and he wasn't going to fight down the urge to kiss him. He had a lot of time to make up for. A lot of affection and time had been taken away from them. Even though he knew there was important shit going down, he was determined that he was at least going to show Apollo how much he had missed him.