Eight?! And there could possibly be more based on how many siblings Eros has? No wonder love is so messy for mortals... and gods, he supposes. He doesn't want to think on this anymore. Why can't he just go back to when he didn't feel? (Oh, right. A number of people refuse to let him.)

"If I can, I'd like to." He pulls his hood back over his head and replaces the shades. "But under a tree. Will you make sure I don't get left behind if I fall asleep?"

Because he's probably going to pass out once he's situated. The sun and conversation has utterly drained him. Still, he wants to be surrounded by this life as long as he can, at the expense of himself if need be.