Zeus nibbled on his bottom lip, listening to everything she had to say. Grey... what an interesting thing to name a girl, though, he kind of liked the name. She was studying to be a psychologist and she couldn't even take that part which was weird. With his experience he had expected that maybe he should have been somewhere else, but nope he ended up taking her place. Did she feel bad? Maybe she needed to recheck her major because right now he was both confused and happy at the same time. Was that even possible? He wasn't sure, but the confusion and happiness was soon replaced when Grey had asked a question about his job. "You can take away painful memories, do you think you could take mine?" He nibbled on his bottom lip suddenly remembering what the Benefactor had said to him. "However, in exchange you must peer into the memories of his patients and erase a happy and equivalent memory." Seeing the tears made his heart ache for this... girl. Simply a girl, not a woman just yet. Right? It didn't matter right now considering she was... crying? Yes she was crying, but what about? "Hey, hey, don't cry." He told her gently, surprised at how kind he sounded. "Look if you want me to help you I will, but not without your permission. Plus If I were to take a painful memory away I would have to take an equivalent memory away from you." He told her softly before uncrossing his arms and reaching a hand out to gently touch her shoulder.
Clearing his throat he continued to nibble on his bottom lip. "Um, Alton and I are having coffee inside, you're welcome to join us." Taking his hand away he waved it in the air in a dismissive way. This might be a great opportunity to try and help people. To work his job out. "Do you want to talk about something? You know get something off your chest? I don't have to use my new given power we can just talk. I'm sure um... Alton would understand." He shifted uneasily onto each of his feet every minute or so. You could tell that he might be nervous. Zeus hesitated, thinking momentarily about what to do. He couldn't just stand here could he? Could he really just let things go unresolved and not help her? That wasn't his job, he could at least try, and if she thought she needed to get something off her shoulders then he was here to do his job. He didn't really plan on sticking around, but if that is what it took to make her feel better than that is what he would do. It was his job, and to be honest he was kind of eager to start his new job. It couldn't be that hard could it? He highly doubt it, but was ready for anything. It kind of felt like his legs would collapse beneath him, though, he hadn't planned on moving until he had got a solid answer. Not just a, "I should be fine." or a, "Don't worry about it." This is all because from experiences with his sister's he knows that those sentences pretty much meant that she wasn't going to be fine and that she is hesitant on telling him anything.