[ He jumps slightly at Hades’ touch, clearly not expecting it in the least. But as he feels Hades’ touch, his head upon his own, his hands react and seemingly move on their own, trapping Hades there. He buries his face into Hades’ torso as his shoulders shake, months of conflict and anguish not properly dislodging. After all, he wasn’t Hythlodaeus. What right did he have to the man’s feelings? ]
[ What right did he have to Hades either— ]
[ A small part of him remembers that Hades offered to take responsibility. Another reminds him that he should be comforting Hades. He can’t stand this. He grits his teeth and takes a deep breath, pushing the feelings down.]
[Down.]
[down.]
[He lets out one more shuddering breath, feeling both entirely unrelieved and entirely sick of the turmoil. He releases Hades, pulling back and standing up. He wipes the tear trails from his cheeks, forcing a smile.]
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[ What right did he have to Hades either— ]
[ A small part of him remembers that Hades offered to take responsibility. Another reminds him that he should be comforting Hades. He can’t stand this. He grits his teeth and takes a deep breath, pushing the feelings down.]
[Down.]
[down.]
[He lets out one more shuddering breath, feeling both entirely unrelieved and entirely sick of the turmoil. He releases Hades, pulling back and standing up. He wipes the tear trails from his cheeks, forcing a smile.]
...What would you have me do?