Later that night, Sunshine returned home, slightly tipsy and smelling faintly of beer and chocolate. Hades, having arrived thirty seconds before her, met her at the door. A wary smile was plastered on his face.
He did not say a word, afraid to say something that would set her off again. He had sat by himself in the bar, nursing a single glass of wine while watching her vent.
As soon as she loudly said she was calling it a night, he rushed out of the bar and came home to wait for her. During this time, he had rehearsed apologies in his mind. He had whispered them, amended some parts and added clever words to blend sincerity and humor. But looking at her now, the words vanished.
Nonetheless, he wanted to try. "Suni," he began, "I am so sorry for making you cry. I messed up, and you are right. You belong in our bed..."
