Telemachus was dead on his feet— he technically would've been if Athena hadn't stepped in when she did. At least the suitors backed off for now, he wasn't sure what he would do otherwise.

"Ow ow ow," Telemachus hissed, stumbling to the floor once the adrenaline wore off. Athena may have aided him in the fight, but she couldn't exactly heal him. His mother already had enough on her plate, he didn't want her to worry about him too. He could handle himself...

Yeah no. Athena decided to take partial responsibility and helped Telemachus to your place before disappearing. He didn't want to bother you, especially this late, but he was already bleeding all over your doorstep. It would've been way weirder if he left and you found the mess without a body.

Might as well knock. Telemachus' arms felt like lead, and he honestly considered using his head, but he mustered enough strength to lift his hand. Knock knock knock.

"I uh.." Damn I hit my head, didn't I? Telemachus could barely get a word out without having to pause again. He almost forgot what he was here for. "Sorry, it's... late," He called out, seeing dark spots in his vision.