I See Greatness in You

***Ares*** “Up to much this weekend?” Madeleine asks as I butter my toast. I glance up as she slides onto a barstool, casting a look toward the bedroom doors. “Uh… Ophelia’s getting picked up by her aunt at some point,” I reply, going in for more butter. Madeleine hums in vague acknowledgement, idly spinning side to side on the stool. Then, abruptly, she leans over the breakfast bar, eyes alight. “So?” she whispers. I frown. “So… what?” She rolls her eyes and gestures pointedly toward Ophelia’s door. “You sleep together every night. Have you…” she lowers her voice to a conspiratorial hush, “gone down on her yet? Or at least solved your… issue?” “Gone… down?” I repeat dumbly, before the penny drops. “Oh. Uh—yes. And no, I haven’t solved my issue. That’s… a fundamental fact of bei