"No," Achilles responded. "They are back in Italy." He gave Erato's mother a soft nod respectfully. His words were rather clipped short with the soft banter between the family. He wasn't even sure the last time he'd spoken to his mother, it had been a while since this whole mess of immortality and unseen forces were breaking light into his life. He hadn't quite found the way to break any sort of news to her.
Just as quickly as that thought had entered his head, Erato began her opening speech. He clutched her hand under the table softly, giving a gentle squeeze.
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Date: 2012-05-18 10:48 pm (UTC)Just as quickly as that thought had entered his head, Erato began her opening speech. He clutched her hand under the table softly, giving a gentle squeeze.