Confusion of the Gods!
To say that Argo had been conflicted of late would have been an understatement. Oh, he still ventured out and he still visited bars, but if anyone was paying careful attention to his comings and goings, they would find he had spent virtually every night at home for a while now. He seemed less interested in the fan club, though they still gathered outside daily, and those that were prone to still continued to throw their undergarments. And Argo greeted them cheerily, but if you watched carefully, you could tell his heart was not in it.

In ancient times, mortals prayed to the gods for assistance and guidance in their lives. In modern times, it would seem, the gods, or at least, this particular god, would need to turn to a worshiper for advice.

So. He needed to find Corey.