HERA felt a little awkward because Achilles keeps on staring at her. They were waiting for their Mama Edna to wake up. It’s been thirty minutes since Hera came into the infirmary.

“H-How’s Dylan?” she asked. “I… We got married because I thought—”

“Hey,” Achilles cupped her face and flashed a smile. “Let’s talk about it later. For now, I don’t want to talk about it,” he said which makes Hera nod.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled which makes Achilles frown. “For what?”

Hera met his eyes and heaved a deep sigh. “For loving—”

“Baby…” Achilles interrupted. “We don’t mind about the past. Past is past and it’s no big deal...