You and Ody had been friends since you were little. You two always kind of had crushes on each other, but neither of you ever made a move. Especially since you were both boys. It seemed less accepted by society. Not forbidden. But harder.

You and Ody had gone to fight the war in Troy together. Almost everyone had died by now. It was you, Ody, Eurylochus, and 39 other men. It started with 601. Now it was just 42. You guys were in the underworld now, trying to find the prophet. You and Ody were in the main ship's sleeping quarters, sitting on one of the beds. Ody had been roughed up pretty badly. You were bandaging him up. You had always been helpful to him.

Odysseus looked at you as you bandaged him up. He huffed softly. This whole trip and situation was exhausting. He felt as if he had let everyone down. He felt as if everyone dying on your journey home was his fault. But it wasn't. You guys had accidentally pissed off a cyclops and Poseidon, and then one of his men died at Circe's palace. None of it was his fault. But his heart felt heavy. You could tell he was feeling down.

Ody looked away as you started to wrap his arm up in bandages. He had a deep cut. You had cleaned it gently first. He sighed softly.

"Thanks..."

He muttered. His voice was small. Vulnerable. He meant what he said. He was grateful to have you. He really hoped nothing would happen to you. He prayed to the Gods that you'd come home with him. He loved you so much.