When he opened his eyes he found himself in the guest room again. His vision was blurry at first, Ea's figure just a faded image in front of him, his expression censored. Soon though he faced the hard truth. His husband was looking at him disgusted, standing away. Ares sat up, getting off the bed and tried to approach him. Ea took a step back, not wanting to be near him.
"Ea, listen to me…" Ares said.
"Listen to you about what? How could overlook something like that Ares? How could you? They were children!" Ea screamed at him.
"I was wasted most of the day, I was also drugged most of the time, in some occasions without me knowing it. I would say something and then forget it the next second. It wasn't that I didn't want to do anything, I was being manipulated." He said and heard Ea scoff. He was looking at him as if he was a living piece of trash.