[ That tight squeeze may cause him to wince a bit, and normally he'd berate her for it but right now he doesn't seem to mind. Once she's let up a bit, he even shifts to grip her hand too and squeezes back. The shadow of a familiar smirk on his lips even if his face is a shade or two too pale. ]

Am not.

[ Then he sighs, lowering their hands, still joined. ]

Abso-fucking-lutely, he is. [ Which, even in his weakened state, is a good thing to Ares. It's exciting. He can smell war on the distant air. ] We [ and by 'we' he means Abi, and Teagan ] need to find out...who's behind all this—asap.

Otherwise we don't get dibs on ripping them limb from limb. [ AND WHAT A CRYING SHAME THAT WOULD BE. ]