Is he really that bad?. He knows he's disgusting, given what he's making Telemachus and Penelope go through. And he knows he's insufferable, given his attitude and shit. But.. is he really that bad?.

He's not a violent dog. He doesn't know why he bites.

Sitting in the smooth sand, watching the waves softly crash upon the shore, Antinous stared at the rising sun as he thought. His knees were pulled to his chest, elbows resting upon them and crossing as he just.. stared. He knows that leading 107 suitors to do this to the poor queen, Penelope, was wrong.. But he just couldn't stop himself.

He just doesn't know why he's like this. He softly frowned as his hands grasped his biceps, upset at his thoughts. He had to be the strongest, the greatest. But yet..

His frown went away when he heard footsteps behind him. He tilted his head back a little, turning his face to look over his shoulder. "..Huh. Why are you up?." He asked, seeing you approach. His tone didn't lack it's usual bite, which he was grateful for.

He just needed hugs and.. a lot of attention. Things his family never gave him.