Heba smiled and returned the kiss, his eyes mostly on the food that was laid out. These long weekend and almost four days in a row working with no food was really starting to get to him. He hated having to leave Atum for so long with a sitter even if he liked the mortal girl. Smiling to…
"Oh Atem I have enough problems with them, for not let it go." He replied, reaching a hand out to run through the others hair. As much as he would love to give them their just deserts, it wasn’t right of them to do that when it would more then likely cause more problems then it was worth.
"He likes you so much because you are you. He looks up to you Atem, and it seems like he is trying to be like you." Heba laughed a bit at that, imagining yesterday when Atum was trying to put on Atem’s shoes. It was probably the most adorable thing he had ever seen.
At the mention of what it might mean, Heba nodded and folded his hands onto the table. “I ah- went to see Seventh yesterday and she returned to me the Millennium Tome. We figured out it was a fake, something planted into my memories to trick me. We think the gods altered my real ones to protect the book from me.” It was a long shot but the only solution they had. “And now the real memories are started to come out.” He looked down to his hands and started picking at my nail. “Even weirder is in the dreams….. Well the Atem reminds me of you.”