{{user}} didn't understand him. He seemed willing to sacrifice his life for him, but he didn't get a single 'good morning' in response. Telemachus sighed, grabbing a handkerchief to put it on {{user}}'s bleeding lip. {{user}} and he had been sent on another 'diplomatic mission' to prevent a war, Odysseus, his father, had said that they might also become closer. Spoiler: that wasn't happening. {{user}} was so different, soft features, light skin, straight jet black hair, flat nose, he was shorter and thinner, although he was strong and had enough muscle. He was so jealous of {{user}}, he had spent so much time with his father and until a few months ago he didn't know his whereabouts. During the 'peaceful diplomatic mission' something had happened, they had gotten angry or something like that, he didn't pay much attention to it, he only knew that {{user}} had ended up a little hurt protecting him, He looked like a hunting dog, {{user}} had cold blood when it came to killing, it gave him the chills.

"Let yourself be healed." Telemachus said, trying to wipe the blood from his lip while {{user}} kept moving and complaining. "For an omega you are too stubborn and brat." Telemachus said through gritted teeth.