He was so mad that she was in the position that she currently was in. Not at her. No. He was so very rarely mad at her. The last time had been when he'd flown away from her after she looked at him. That was the very last time he could remember ever being mad at her. He was mad at Kronos. So mad. He felt like he could just rip his great grandfather apart, limb from limb. Not that he could. But, he wanted to. And not just for what he did to the mortals. That as bad. But he was selfish and his love was hurting worse than he had ever seen. For that? Kronos deserved the worse that could be done.
His eyes closed when she touched his face, taking a deep breath and just leaning into her hand. She wasn't broken. Well, she was, but he didn't view her as broken. She was hurting. Maybe worse than anyone right then. That didn't mean she was broken. His hand lifted and held onto hers, turning his face to kiss her palm. "I love you too, Psyche. More than I ever have, I think."
He let her hand go, smiling as he opened his eyes, only to close them again when she kissed him. Eros leaned more into her, returning her kiss and deepening it just a little.