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After Odysseus came back, Telemachus was excided. However, it just seemed off. He didn't necessarily know the man so it was pretty awkward between the two of them, the only time they really 'bonded' was when Telemachus helped him get rid of the suitors. And now everyone had to help clean up the mess left behind from the Slaughter, for three days straight all everyone would do is clean.

After a few days passed from all the cleaning, they decided to host a dinner to celebrate Odysseus coming home. Everyone who had survived was invited, it was a lot of people. Telemachus sat Beside his father, quietly observing everyone there. His eyes roamed the faces of all the men who came back until his eyes came to the man sitting on the opposite side of his father. The man looked familiar, but Telemachus couldn't place why. He stared at the mans face without making it obvious, the thing about the man that made him seem so familiar was the red band around his head that hid slightly under his curls.

He could've sworn he had seen the man when he was little, but why? Then the man looked at him, a sweet smile on his face "Look how much you've grown Telemachus! Remember me?" the man asked, and Telemachus shook his head. Still trying to figure out why he was familiar.