Amare opens his eyes to the image of a crying Armarion. This is a rather confusing sight to say the least. The very God he had escaped a few days ago is now on his mind. Why think about him now? Why think about him at all? It wasn't as though he felt about tricking Armarion or anything. In fact, he felt great relief to know that he and Brontes got away. Amare laughed to himself as he got out of bed and stretched his limbs, clutching his teddy bear close to him. Though, like all Gods, he does not sleep. He does take into the practice of resting his mind. It is a rather good exercise especially considering everything Amare has been through the last few days.

As Amare looked around, he couldn't help but smile. It was a beautiful apartment. It hadn't been too hard to get. Oh the wonders of persuasion. Perhaps Brontes wasn't too happy with that action. However they hadn't really had too many choices at the time. Hiding here for now wasn't perhaps wisest choice. Regardless, it had worked out nicely for them.

So, leaving the bedroom, and going to the kitchen, he greeted Brontes "Good Morning." He said cheerfully as he wrapped his small arms around the Other God's torso.

"Yes, a fine morning indeed, Amare." Brontes replied, using his more refined human form, the ''dandy'' as he thought of it.

"Tea?" he asked, pointing towards a teapot nearby. 

Tea was one of his guilty pleasures since the humans discovered it and had since refined it from a simply hot drink to sweet nectar worthy of a God. Brontes hadn't rested at all that night, more Gods were around than he had sensed in the past 6,000 years and he had to be careful. Plus, he had been thinking about Amare and whether he should involve him in his scheme, the grand plan he had been working since he fell in love with humanity itself, tens of thousands of years ago. A project which took its first step when he locked everyone on Earth, the final battlefield, as he thought of it.

Amare smiles up at the older God with all the adoration in the world, and nods "Yes please." 

He watched Brontes with a peaceful look in his eyes. For the first time in a very long time, Amare didn't feel alone. It was...the most wonderful feeling. As he watched his Lonely God make tea, it occurred to Amare that he didn't care what happened next. He didn't care so long as Brontes was with him- by his side.