A/N: A million years ago an anon on Tumblr recommended I do a chapter where Eros is a character. I did not want Cupid to apologise to Nico, because I do not think Eros has the humanity to do so. So I made this instead.

Psyche was pouring out two glasses of Peach flavoured coca-cola when her husband walked into the livingroom. She sensed something was wrong, but she did not ask. He'd have to tell it himself.

'Psyche?' He said, while looking out of the window that covered the entire north wall.

She picked up one of the glasses, before turning around. 'Yes?'

Eros sighed. His image became clearer, as a sign he was now mostly (If not entirely) in the room, instead of spread over the world in fragments. Psyche smiled. She liked it better that way.

Eros took a few minutes to react. In the meantime, he turned away from the window and wandered closer to her. 'Dionysus contacted me yesterday. Apparently, there is one Nico di Angelo, who I met before. He left that encounter somewhat shaken through.'

Psyche took a sip of her drink, while she waited for Eros to say more.

'He needed the scepter of Diocledes, which was kept at our previous palace. I could not give it to him without having him open his heart, so to say.'

Psyche slowly nodded. That never went over well.

'He was in love with one Perseus Jackson. Sad, really, that one was already taken by someone else.'

Psyche thought for a second. So this Nico di Angelo, this young man, was forced to confess his love for another young man, the new hero Percy Jackson nonetheless. 'Did other people know he was in love with another man?'

'Of course not, that is why he had to confess it first.' Ah-ha. That was the kicker. 'Is there something with that?'

Obviously. 'I imagine he felt embarrassed and afraid.'

Cupid stared at the second glass. 'It was necessary. If he had not opened his soul, he could have never gotten the scepter. The Giants would have destroyed Olympus.'

'I know.' Psyche took a sip of her cola. 'But I think you must forgive the child if he does not think very highly of you.'

'I forgive everyone who does not think highly of me.'

Of course. Love was difficult. People would inevitably be unhappy about it and then it only made sense, even to Eros, that they thought love, and by extension himself, were awful.

Psyche stared into her glass. 'He had to come out about his homosexuality to receive the scepter. I think that was difficult for him, more difficult than if he had been forced to confess he was in love with a girl.' Because if he had to confess his love for a girl it would have probably been nothing more than slightly embarrasing.

Eros picked up the second glass without saying anything. It looked like he had barely heard what she said. Psyche slowly spun her glass around. 'There might have been fear of rejection.'

'By that Percy Jackson?'

'By everyone around him. For loving Percy Jackson, who is a young man as well. Instead of a young woman.'

Eros' expression changed, as if, in a moment, he understood what Psyche tried to tell him. 'It still had to happen.' He turned back and stared out the window.

Love wasn't easy and it never would be. Sometimes it would spread happiness, but just as often it would bring despair to everyone involved. That was love. Nothing you could do about it.

However. The fact that people hurted each other, thought others were less because of who they loved, was awful. It was not supposed to be like that. Eros could feel the hate to his very core. It hurt - that hate was not why he existed.

He turned around, walked over to Psyche and pulled her into a hug. 'I don't have to hurt them like that, I don't want to hurt them like that…' Unless it is a necessity. He kept the words unspoken, but they both heard them.

'That's good,' Psyche whispered them. 'Less hurt makes their souls... lighter.' Even now she could feel the pressure of the world resting on her wings.

Eros wrapped one of his wings around her body. Psyche sighed. Souls couldn't do with and not without love. Either way they would end up hurt.

Eros gave her a kiss on the forehead. If she got to choose, Psyche liked the world better this way, with love, even if that might be selfish.

'I did hit Nico di Angelo,' Eros muttered. 'Didn't do that before. He and Will Solace. Both.'

That was a good sign, Psyche thought. Unless they would do something inherently offensive, they would stay together, probably. Oh. Maybe she would tell them. There were no rules in love, after all, a little helping wouldn't be bad, if it could make the boy happier in the future.

A/N: Am I swaying off canon a lil'? Yes. However, I think Eros/Cupid as an entity rather than as someone with morals is better. He is the concept of love and doesn't really have a conscious out of that. He just is.

The coca-cola is basically a sign that something with Cupid will happen. Except when it is cooler to use blue gatorade.

I tore whole chunks out of this chapter during editing. A lot of waffeling before that is gone now. I do notice it ended up a little short, but I said what I needed to say.