“Hm?” He lifted his head and looked at her with a small little arch of his brow. “No one makes songs about us anymore though, so I doubt we would get it.” Ares told her with a slow grin before he let go of her hand. “Unless I am not getting what you mean by this."
"They do,” she told him leaning closer as she brushed her lips against his. “You just have to listen closer.. they sing about us.” She chuckled as she leaned closer to him, she was close to just crawling into his lap as she often did. Being in his space was her favorite place, even when he was being terrible– she needed to be where he was. “Two people who need each other, to be in each other’s space– who need the other because it makes them happy and who haven’t been before.”