Athena stepped into the bathroom doorway and whispered, "Azrael?"
He turned at the sound of her voice, and froze.
She stood there with tears pooling in her eyes, lashes clumped together, her lips trembling like she was barely holding herself upright. The sight of her looking miserable hit him harder than anything he'd felt all night.
Azrael moved instantly. He didn't care that he was naked. In two long strides, he crossed the distance and gripped her arms, firmly.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice tight.
She shook her head, tears spilling freely from her eyes before she could stop it. "I… you left," she whispered brokenly. "Theo said you left…"
Something in his chest cracked.
His grip loosened at once, his hands sliding down her arms like he was afraid he'd hurt her. He turned slightly away with a clenched jaw. "I didn't want you to see me like that," he admitted. "I was angry. I didn't trust myself."
