He looks at them both and now, he thinks, it's now or never, it's going with them or it's going to an orphanage where they make you sleep in a dormitory with a hundred other boys and maybe girls and they feed you nothing but gruel and it's horrible and hold and everyone is ill all the time...
He looks at them both and he swallows back his fear and he stands and takes Ares' hand, holding his bag of clothes and his book in the other. Ares has big hands, the boy thinks. He's good to hold on to. He's solid and strong.
Bunny holds Ares' hand tightly and looks at Aphrodite. "I know the name. It's [some name >.>]. I don't know if it's expensive. I'll try to pay you back if it is. I need it, though, my eyes hurt..."
And now it's not really just his blepharitis that makes his eyes hurt, it's the sudden sting of tears which he holds back, rubbing his eyes with one sleeve. He's trying very hard to do as his mother told him when he saw her as a ghost -- to persevere -- but he's cold and scared and this is all rather overwhelming for a kid his age.
"What's my sister's name?" he asks quietly, his voice a little more choked up than he'd like it to be.