You are surely aware of the orange he uses to send messages. He had inspired me to do the same, though it seemed to only agitate him.

[He folds a towel and places it over the edge of the bath as a makeshift pillow. He guides Hades' neck over it before he pours a generous amount of shampoo into his hands both to clean and act as a lubricant for impending the scalp massage. He works his fingers into his hair, openly and softly staring down at him, tracing the less familiar parts of it with his eyes.]

...Perhaps I should cease this, if the reminder is too sore?