[Had he the energy to resist, it may have well been— but with such things often being performative in their own right, and knowing full well that his ability to truly resist Hythlodaeus' wishes is meager at best, it was only the work and its importance that had given him pause.
He exhales, slowly, and it is a release rather than a sigh. He reaches up to lightly catch Hythlodaeus' wrist as his touch brushes against his cheek, stilling him, though not discouraging.]
That has ever been your way. Focused on the present moment.
[A weakness of Hades', to be certain. One of many ways in which they complemented one another quite well.]
[ There's a quirk of his lips as Emet-Selch catches his wrist, but he doesn't tug away. Merely stretches his fingers until he can cup his palm against the other man's cheek. ]
That is what I am here for, is it not? Otherwise, I suspect you'd forget all about food and slumber outside your work.
[ The words are a light quip, but there's a pinch of concern between his brows that belie a deeper worry. ]
[ HIs own smile softens with fondness as he takes in that weary look. He slides his thumb to trace the circles beneath Emet-Selch's eyes - proof of the long hours he's been pulling. He frowns slightly at the sight of them. ]
You really have been working too hard. Maybe you should just tuck in a little early tonight and get some extra rest.
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He exhales, slowly, and it is a release rather than a sigh. He reaches up to lightly catch Hythlodaeus' wrist as his touch brushes against his cheek, stilling him, though not discouraging.]
That has ever been your way. Focused on the present moment.
[A weakness of Hades', to be certain. One of many ways in which they complemented one another quite well.]
... I do appreciate the reminder.
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[ There's a quirk of his lips as Emet-Selch catches his wrist, but he doesn't tug away. Merely stretches his fingers until he can cup his palm against the other man's cheek. ]
That is what I am here for, is it not? Otherwise, I suspect you'd forget all about food and slumber outside your work.
[ The words are a light quip, but there's a pinch of concern between his brows that belie a deeper worry. ]
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I very well might. How fortunate, then, that I have you.
[Though it is faint and weary, a smile does tug slightly at the corner of his mouth.]
Thank you.
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You really have been working too hard. Maybe you should just tuck in a little early tonight and get some extra rest.
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[Hythlodaeus means well, certainly, as he almost always does, but that, Emet-Selch knows he cannot do. Not tonight.]
Being here is restful enough.
[It is, perhaps, the closest thing Hythlodaeus will get to acquiescence from him, in this matter.]