Ah.

Kratos had played the third wheel last night, but it hadn't been nearly so...mushy? Sappy? 'Hideously awkward' also sounded like a viable choice of words. Granted, romance wasn't entirely unpalatable - after all, he had even proven himself susceptible to it a decade or so ago - but even so, he had half a mind to quietly excuse himself and slip away to get started on his sketches and perhaps leave a note for Rapunzel instead.

Somehow, he didn't do any of that. "I see," Kratos said dryly, slightly tilting his head and raising an eyebrow in what had become standard procedure for encounters with teenagers. He stepped to the side to allow Eugene, who looked as if he were about to faint with joy, to sit down first before sliding slowly into the seat next to him and setting his materials down on the table.

"As for 'all that', I've been through worse." He certainly wouldn't be doing an encore any time soon, but the cuts and bruises he'd suffered were much easier to scoff at than, say, a dislocated elbow. "I'll be fine in a day or so."