aatos-polemoio:

“And my hands are taken up and cannot have anymore people on them—I am at my limit of making friends. Now if one were to die or to leave, then a spot frees up.” Ares said, but it was more of a joke than anything. Sarcasm rang loud and clear within his voice, but there was no amusement. To say the least, he was annoyed and not in a good mood. That can be seen from a mile away. “I listen to you all the time. All because I don’t like what you say sometimes doesn’t mean I’m not listening. All because I don’t respond doesn’t mean I’m not listening.” He narrowed his eyes. “He can be your friend all he wants, but all because we are together doesn’t mean I have to like the same people you like." 

"I know, it doesn’t matter to me if you like my friends or not, Ares.” She could tell he was in a bad mood but she gave him a smile regardless. Didn’t matter too much to her who he was friends with or not he never dictated who she could be around and who she couldn’t. Didn’t say what friends she could and could not have, he never would. Letting her shoulders drop a bit she scratched the back of his neck lightly. “You’re not required to like anyone, I don’t even need you to be tolerant of them."