Achilles heard the door open and close but more than that, he felt Patroclus the way he always did, the way the tides felt the moon, pulling closer to it. He huffed out a breath as that touch came, that kiss, his head hanging slightly with his hair in his eyes, still damp with sweat from the fight.
"Not well enough. I am not made for fights like these, I am made for war. I hold back too much," he murmured. "And now they all think me weak, unable to beat a single Amazon in a fight."
It was always of concern to him, that people know he was the best in battle. He didn't care what they thought of him otherwise, if they agreed with his behavior or if they cared that he loved a man. As long as they knew that he was Achilles, who could beat any man.