Zagreus' heart flutters at Thanatos continues speaking. Put a name to it? Put a name to what? The butterflies in his stomach return, and in greater numbers. He thinks he sees Thanatos glance down to his lips, too, but maybe he was looking at something else? Why is it that Thanatos makes it so hard to understand what he's feeling, what he's thinking? Does Thanatos... like him in the same way? Zagreus bites his lip, wishing he could get a straight forward answer. But Thanatos has never been one for straight forward answers to questions like that.
Okay. Okay, if he's going to ask, he'd better do it in a way that won't scare Thanatos off again. Not like the last time, that last horrible time where he'd been away from Than for too long and almost destroyed their friendship completely. Perhaps he ought to slow down? After a small breath, he has what he wants to say worded as carefully as he can say it.
"Maybe we ought to take our time. Unlike the real thing here," He raises his shotglass a little to demonstrate, "that's a commodity we have in good supply. Just know that... if you feel the way I do... you know where to find me." The prince's fingers flex, again, and this time he finds himself squeezing Thanatos' hand, wishing he could convey with just a simple touch how much Thanatos has meant to him over his life, how much Thanatos means to him now. "And if not... I'm grateful anyway."
He nods back down to their shotglasses. "So what do you say? Should we try it, finally?" Zag's glass is poised and ready, waiting to drink once Thanatos brings the shotglass to his lips.
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Okay. Okay, if he's going to ask, he'd better do it in a way that won't scare Thanatos off again. Not like the last time, that last horrible time where he'd been away from Than for too long and almost destroyed their friendship completely. Perhaps he ought to slow down? After a small breath, he has what he wants to say worded as carefully as he can say it.
"Maybe we ought to take our time. Unlike the real thing here," He raises his shotglass a little to demonstrate, "that's a commodity we have in good supply. Just know that... if you feel the way I do... you know where to find me." The prince's fingers flex, again, and this time he finds himself squeezing Thanatos' hand, wishing he could convey with just a simple touch how much Thanatos has meant to him over his life, how much Thanatos means to him now. "And if not... I'm grateful anyway."
He nods back down to their shotglasses. "So what do you say? Should we try it, finally?" Zag's glass is poised and ready, waiting to drink once Thanatos brings the shotglass to his lips.