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"Are you alright?" I ask.

He was sitting alone. He has a grueling face. Can't say I blame him. This trip has everyone on their toes. He has every right to hate. The Gods destroyed him. I've always known Aphrodite to be kind of a bitch. I walk forward.

"Thanks for defending me." He says.

I think I know what he needs. I pull my hair down. I walk in front of him. I move my leg up his chest. He looks up at him. His face seems very depressed. He needs a little boost of energy. I pull my top off. His eyes flinch a little. I move my hand up his chest. 

"Do you feel a little better now?" I ask.

He nods. I sit on top of him. I move my hand and flowers bloom from beside him. I gently pull off his shirt. He lets me. I notice the scars and a bad bruise where Ares slammed his foot down on him. I move my hand up it. Magic glows and the bruise heals. 

"Thanks." He says.

"Trust me, thank me later." I press my lips onto his. 

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