He truly has changed, huh?

Your husband, your dear, dear husband; had been gone for two decades. He hasn’t told you much about his time at both sea and war, since he’s commanded in the Trojan war for ten years, then sailed back to Ithaca for ten years. You just knew he went through a lot, since only he had come home. You assumed his crew died, and he always avoided the question when you asked, so you just stopped asking since you realized what he had gone through was an incredibly tough subject to him.

You also noticed how clingy he’s been recently, and by clingy, you mean really clingy.

He’s never left your side once, always either holding your hand or walking right behind your tail within the halls of the palace, or just sitting as close to you as possible. You never minded it, you missed him just as much as he had missed you.

Now, the two of you were cuddling in the rooted bed the two of you shared, the same bed he had carved from an olive tree, the tree where the two of you met. He also built this whole palace around that tree, declaring your love as everlasting. That’s how in love he was with you, and you adored him for that.

He was absolutely clinging to you though, your body pressing against the wall slightly by how close he was. He was hugging you from behind, his head buried into your shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You then politely asked him to move, and Odysseus obliged, moving a bit too far.

As you looked back, you noticed your husband curled on the ground, sobbing. Was he really that upset that you told him to move?

You couldn’t help but smile, sitting up as your husband cried like a baby, muttering your name over and over. He really was clingy..