Apollo leans into the hug, wrapping his arms tightly around Will and holding him close. For thousands of years Apollo had been so distant and disconnected, refusing to engage with his children in this way. Getting attached to mortals is simply not what gods do, and certainly not an Olympian.

How had he kept that up for so long? How had he spent thousands of years denying himself, rejecting a love this pure and wonderful?

The word dad coming from Will sounds more beautiful than any sonnet or haiku that had ever been penned. Apollo turns his head to kiss his son's cheek.

"You're absolutely right," Apollo confirms, letting the hug linger as long as Will needs. He's not eager to let go any time soon.