Hephaestus was a fool, he knew he was a fool but there was nothing to be done for it. He could bury his resentment and distaste again and offer his mother his love. She had given birth to him and whether she had rejected him or not, she was still his mother. He stopped himself from reaching for her hand, stopped short of just accepting it all without a qualm. Maybe it was Gabriel, maybe his life as a mortal had changed him a little.
He tugged on the cuff of his shirt and looked back at Hera. "I woke up about 6 months, confused." He nodded at the mention of Zeus and Eros. "And my wife?" He asked, distaste clear on the mortals face. Hephaestus might love her, adore her through the years despite her unfaithfulness but the mortal man hated how they had been treated.