somebody.
Prometheus would be released from the hospital soon on the one condition he stay put, in bed, and rest. The younger titan hadn’t gone home in days, hadn’t showered, and probably looked and smell like a homeless man. He barely cared about it, had done his best to lighten up around his brother even though Prometheus was probably the less depressing of the two. He secretly thanked Circe for giving him a chance to get away, away from the image of his helpless broken brother, away from the reminder of the awful things that happened that Saturday night. The unexpected visit to Peitho’s room had left him feeling even more vulnerable. She had been the first living soul to see him at his weakest and though he denied everything, vaguely remembering telling her he was just dehydrated, Epimetheus had a feeling the Oceanid wasn’t going to let him off that easy once she got better.
Convinced to finally go home and shower and come back in time for Prometheus’ discharge, Epi made his way through the corridors, eyes peeled to the ground as his thoughts cluttered his mind. He almost didn’t see another body in front of him and walked right into them. “Oh fuck I’m sorry--”