"O-oh." Hythlodaeus's voice hitches as he's drawn back in, and after a moment of being nearly overwhelmed with the wave of affection and adoration for this man, his arms tighten, warm, around him.
He turns his face to place a lingering kiss on his temple, before resuming his own respite with forehead against Hades's shoulder, closing his eyes as tight as his Sight is, and just breathing, matching the rise and fall of Hades's chest out of long, long-standing habit.
"You do know me." Perhaps it is a sign of how much he did strain, habit nudging him to Look, over and over again, until the pain got the message through, that he doesn't even try to deflect, to deny that there is aught amiss.
Instead, he is just... grateful.
"So many ways you show your love, like this. That I may only hope to find ways to let you know, in turn." But there is none of his self-biting inadequacy in his tone. Just, truly, hope, and wonder, and love.
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He turns his face to place a lingering kiss on his temple, before resuming his own respite with forehead against Hades's shoulder, closing his eyes as tight as his Sight is, and just breathing, matching the rise and fall of Hades's chest out of long, long-standing habit.
"You do know me." Perhaps it is a sign of how much he did strain, habit nudging him to Look, over and over again, until the pain got the message through, that he doesn't even try to deflect, to deny that there is aught amiss.
Instead, he is just... grateful.
"So many ways you show your love, like this. That I may only hope to find ways to let you know, in turn." But there is none of his self-biting inadequacy in his tone. Just, truly, hope, and wonder, and love.