He has been, for quite some time. Of course, he had not heard the conversation on the roof, his hearing might be far from gone, but even he cannot hear so keenly. However, the walls are thin as the house is old, and when their conversation returned as they did, he found himself wrest from sleep's gentle embrace.
There were some moments within that conversation that he had considered dragging himself out of bed to quell the dispute, but resisted its siren song. They needed to learn to communicate without him, if this was going to work at all. He could interpret at times, but he cannot do so always, and so he wished to let this conversation run its course.
...And naturally, with how the two of them simply are, the conversation has ended on the verbal side, as they usher towards the more physical. A language they are both fluent in, but idly Hades worries that it might turn into a crutch of sorts.
That, instead of a bridge to gap the divide in understanding and communication, it might merely be an inadequate bandage to the wound they continue to pick at. Though his thoughts are silenced as they enter the room. Making no effort to conceal the fact he's awake, and clearly has been for some time, he offers them a glance from his position on the futon. On his back, his hands laying upon his chest, fingers loosely weaved.
"I see you have finally come to some manner of agreement. If you wish to wake me with affections, might I inform you they land far more sweetly if they are not riding on the coattails of a precursory squabble. Food for thought."
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He has been, for quite some time. Of course, he had not heard the conversation on the roof, his hearing might be far from gone, but even he cannot hear so keenly. However, the walls are thin as the house is old, and when their conversation returned as they did, he found himself wrest from sleep's gentle embrace.
There were some moments within that conversation that he had considered dragging himself out of bed to quell the dispute, but resisted its siren song. They needed to learn to communicate without him, if this was going to work at all. He could interpret at times, but he cannot do so always, and so he wished to let this conversation run its course.
...And naturally, with how the two of them simply are, the conversation has ended on the verbal side, as they usher towards the more physical. A language they are both fluent in, but idly Hades worries that it might turn into a crutch of sorts.
That, instead of a bridge to gap the divide in understanding and communication, it might merely be an inadequate bandage to the wound they continue to pick at. Though his thoughts are silenced as they enter the room. Making no effort to conceal the fact he's awake, and clearly has been for some time, he offers them a glance from his position on the futon. On his back, his hands laying upon his chest, fingers loosely weaved.
"I see you have finally come to some manner of agreement. If you wish to wake me with affections, might I inform you they land far more sweetly if they are not riding on the coattails of a precursory squabble. Food for thought."