[Bittersweet though the moment is, he smiles against the curve of Hythlodaeus' lips as they kiss, his thumb moving to flick a few more stray tears from his cheeks before he takes hold of his face in turn and parts his lips, drinking in every bit of him that he is able.

They are here, together. In this moment, nothing matters more than that, their legs tangled in the rumpled bedclothes as they remain entwined, Hades carding his fingers though Hythlodaeus' mussed and wild hair in a silent, gentle show of affection and reassurance. They kiss slowly, deeply, the frenetic need of earlier having settled into a warm simmer between them.

Hythlodaeus' frank assessment, of course, earns a snort from him in reply, sparing him from his own sentimentality.]

Apologies for not robbing you of your sight. Better luck next time, perhaps.

[Because of course, there is always a next time.]

I suppose you'll have no choice but to remain here for the rest of the day, hm?

[A trial for them both— though he would very much like breakfast before Hythlodaeus makes any further demands of him.]