Neverwinter Forest Round these parts

He thought the whole thing would be so minor. He thought maybe Cupid would be a little mad but it wouldn't be a big deal. There hadn't been a sign that made Mal expect anything other than that. A broad shrug. He looked over to Simmik. And despite her comfort, it didn't do much to repair the wounds he felt. Hell, he hadn't expected to feel this awful about it either. It hadn't really hit him until later, but at least right now he wasn't sure if he'd ever get Cupid back on his side.

What about Caerus? Was his son even going to be around in the morning? I don't know. I -- what if he leaves? Why didn't he say anything before? Why did he always act like he didn't care? That was what hurt and was the most absolutely confusing to him. What had he missed? Really, how badly did he destroy things? Had Cupid actually liked him? Mal was no good at subtle things, and he'd been honest to Cupid the whole time, guilty only of just omitting things that he thought weren't going to be of interest. Why didn't Cupid just say something? It wasn't fair.