Yeah, of course I did! I was excited because I'd brought along Mort this time, and I was eager to...
[When Thanatos goes even more deathly pale than usual, Zagreus suddenly feels a painful tug in his chest as well. He's said something wrong, of course he has, just like he always does, always pushing Than to teleport away and leave him to wonder what he could have said differently--]
Than, wait.
[Without thinking, Zagreus reaches out and grasps Thanatos' hand in his. Not the wrist, no, never the wrist, even he knows better than that. No, he's just catching Than's fingers with his own before the God of Death can disappear in his usual puff of smoke. His friend's fingers have always felt a little cold to the touch, but there's a comfort in the sensation of those long, slender fingers entwining with his own, even if it's only for the briefest of moments. He finds himself at a loss for words, still, and so instead of relying on logic for his words, he instead speaks from his heart. He's always been better at that, even if it's gotten him in deep trouble on more than one occasion.]
Even if you've been trapped here for weeks like you seem to believe, Than... wherever this place is, we'll find a way out together. You and me, I promise. All right? Together.
[He gives a little wry smirk, his brain finally making up for the loss of words earlier with one of his usual witty quips. This tender moment surely needs a bit of ruining with a funny observation or two.] Besides, if I'm good at anything, it's breaking out of places.
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[When Thanatos goes even more deathly pale than usual, Zagreus suddenly feels a painful tug in his chest as well. He's said something wrong, of course he has, just like he always does, always pushing Than to teleport away and leave him to wonder what he could have said differently--]
Than, wait.
[Without thinking, Zagreus reaches out and grasps Thanatos' hand in his. Not the wrist, no, never the wrist, even he knows better than that. No, he's just catching Than's fingers with his own before the God of Death can disappear in his usual puff of smoke. His friend's fingers have always felt a little cold to the touch, but there's a comfort in the sensation of those long, slender fingers entwining with his own, even if it's only for the briefest of moments. He finds himself at a loss for words, still, and so instead of relying on logic for his words, he instead speaks from his heart. He's always been better at that, even if it's gotten him in deep trouble on more than one occasion.]
Even if you've been trapped here for weeks like you seem to believe, Than... wherever this place is, we'll find a way out together. You and me, I promise. All right? Together.
[He gives a little wry smirk, his brain finally making up for the loss of words earlier with one of his usual witty quips. This tender moment surely needs a bit of ruining with a funny observation or two.] Besides, if I'm good at anything, it's breaking out of places.