But, Ganymede didn't go. He tucked in closer at the petting, and put his head on Hephaestus' knee. Part of him knew he was being monumentally stupid, but he was so tired of it all. Tired of Zeus, tired of Olympus, and tired of being cold.
He leaned down and his voice was a strange thing, holding the gentle flicker of candlelight and the warmth of a forge fire, slightly too warm to be a hearth, driving instead of settling.
"You could be stuck with me, banished from this place, if you are not careful."
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"You could be stuck with me, banished from this place, if you are not careful."
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"Would that bother you?"