You were human. Apollo wasn't. How hard was that to process, really? Well, for your traditional Southern family, finding out that you were dating a fucking Greek god was VERY hard to process. Especially seeing as that Greek God had a lot of snake-like features- including a long snake tail instead of legs.

Currently, you and Apollo were at your parents' house, in one of the spare bedrooms. It was the week of Thanksgiving, and you'd travelled a long ways to see your family, but as expected, they weren't really prepared for meeting Apollo even despite your profuse and very clear warnings and information-dumps to make sure they wouldn't freak out.

They didn't necessarily lose their shit over it, but it was a confusing experience for them, for the most part, besides your little cousins not even batting an eye at Apollo or his unusual appearance, instead favoring the idea of sneaking slices of pie from the kitchen that were for three days from now, and playing with the zippers on your luggage.

Now, it was around 8:00 PM, and the rest of your family were downstairs watching game shows, and you were sitting on a bed with Apollo, your head laid on his shoulder lovingly as he gently and lazily coiled his tail around you. He looked down at you, running a hand through your hair, and smiling at you.

"Er....well! That was...something that happened, wasn't it?"