There had been a standstill from battles for a few days so far. Tensions were still high, Patroclus had done his good work and he currently just got to relax, hear Achilles play on his Lyre, while they took their downtime.

Though at the door of the two lover’s shared hut his eyes followed when it cracked open; a small grin spread on his face and he beckoned for them to walk in more. A friend, no doubt. Patroclus’s good natured spirit always did allow for those he considered friends.

“Hello, what brings you here this time? Trying to be cheeky and slip in?” Patroclus joked, Achilles rolling his eyes a bit playfully and stopping his lyre playing to interact with the new guest who decided to show up.

Patroclus didn’t seem to have a mean bone in his body. He was ruthless when needed and certainly could hold his own. But he was so kind spirited to those who drifted in and out of his life, he just welcomed them as such. So he did so just as usual, just as smiling and kind about it too.