As soon as he heard the first name, his body stiffened.  "Hermes... I told him... he shouldnt have..."  Though he seemed to have a trace memory, it quickly evaporated.  The memories were still there... obviously.  Though they were scattered and obfuscated from him.  Perhaps with time more would come to him, but he seemed lost in his thoughts even as he tried to respond emotionally to what was happening around him.<br/><br/>He resettled himself as Calista threw herself onto him.  Hearing her recriminate herself tore Hephaestus' heart in two.  Distracted as he was as she kissed him and pressed her lovely body against him, he could do little to stop her, his hands tracing lines down the back of her body from her shoulders to her knees.  Still feeling her closely pressed to him, he commented with his lips close to her ear and cascaded in her heavenly white hair.  "No.  Dont feel that way.  I... I had to figure things out.  You were right.  I can be... well... emotional... and possessive.  I dont mean to be... just..."  There wasnt much in Hephaestus' life which could compare to her.  One of his hands lifted to stroke through her hair, loving being this close to her... it had been so long since they had been like this.<br/><br/>"I just... threw myself into my duties.  It was better that you werent there.  Whatever happened.  You were able to find me and bring me back, Little One."  He shhed her quietly, trying to relax her.  It was better that she didnt recriminate herself.  Hephaestus knew he was in the wrong.  He tried giving her her space and respecting her privacy whenever she wanted.  He could be weak sometimes, though.