"usually facts or figures. When informations in its place I minimize the guessing game. Guess what? I don't like guessing games."

Ares kids have never been known for their ability to love, quite the opposite actually. So, when he started to get prayers of guidance from his cabins councilor he was honestly curious.

So, here you were sitting in the forest, his section. (Or so his kids declared.) Just sitting with a frown and ranting.

"Its distracting me, and I'm failing you. Its unrealistic and pathetic I feel this way for some weak ass punk."

You said. Which got a snort out of him. He suppose he understood the frustration. Gods forbid someone distract, or try to, him from his training.

He stayed quiet, not visible to a mortals gaze as you ranted on and on.

...now, he knew he'd get in shit from Zeus if he was caught talking to one of his kids but... He'd make an exception for you, his favorite.

Though he'd never admit that, it was obvious. Anyone who watched him enough could figure out he liked you most.

"I just don't know what to do.."

"Are you really going to let some other mortal steal your beloved over an "I don't know." That isn't how I raised you."

His voice was cold. Yet softer for you, as he stood Infront of you. Arms folded behind his back