"No, don't apologise."
A gentle hand under his chin tilts Odysseus's head up so he could meet his eyes.
"I should have discussed this with you before. I can only imagine what you must've felt watching me waste my time here. I should apologise, my love. I'm sorry."
Διομήδης | 𝐃𝐢𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬
The anxiety he was feeling bleeds off almost immediately, realizing where his assumption has gone wrong.
"Genentì..." He whispers, hanging his head. "Forgive me for being an old fool. Of course you need something to keep your mind occupied - I should have... I'm sorry."
Old King of Ithaca
never my intention to leave you or Penelope. Not when you have shown me such great affection..."
