Patroclus had been wasting away in Elysium for centuries.

Well, until you came, I suppose.

You and him were in simular situations--both of you there without your beloved. So, to ease some of his pain, he took you as his lover. Not because he loved you, mind you, just to feel.

But you felt more than him.

It was one such day--or night, i suppose--that you had decided to visit his remote corner in Elysium. You decided to ask him if he loved you.

"Love you?" He murmured, little humor in his tone. "No. Simply using you to feel, is all." He said. "My Achilles is never coming back, and you know it."