[He lets out a low groan of appreciation as he feels deft fingers gently beginning to work against his scalp, guiding his hair back from his face, and he drops one arm around Hythlodaeus' middle as the other comes to rest against his shoulder once more, offering him a touch of stability. It is routine, and a comfortable one at that; Hades has ever been a man who has insisted on doing things for himself, and even when at his best, small acts such as these helped him to set aside the burdens of his day, whatever they may have been.
His burdens now were far greater, and even having been forced to put them down and given the chance to walk forward unhindered, he does not know how. Hythlodaeus has always done his part to help. That he continues to do so even now, even if it seems terribly small in the greater scheme of things, touches him more than he can say.
He exhales slowly; there's little tension left in him to begin with, given the night's deep sleep and the rough fuck they had started their morning with, but what small bit had remained ebbs away from him now, his shoulders dropping as warm water continues to beat against his skin.]
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His burdens now were far greater, and even having been forced to put them down and given the chance to walk forward unhindered, he does not know how. Hythlodaeus has always done his part to help. That he continues to do so even now, even if it seems terribly small in the greater scheme of things, touches him more than he can say.
He exhales slowly; there's little tension left in him to begin with, given the night's deep sleep and the rough fuck they had started their morning with, but what small bit had remained ebbs away from him now, his shoulders dropping as warm water continues to beat against his skin.]
You're still quite good at that.