[ Thanatos is a little self-conscious at how often he falls silent to order his thoughts. He knows Zagreus doesn't like when he's too quiet just like Thanatos doesn't like it when he can't parse his feelings. Especially when he's pulled in opposite directions so often with no place to settle.

But when he thinks of settle, he thinks of being held by Zagreus like this. His body, his heart, his soul are drawn toward him. Zagreus is his Life, makes him feel alive and a part of the world. Not just existing for his role in it. He do anything for Zagreus, and... Zagreus does a lot for him. ]

... I-I think you might be my home too.

[ He stares back into Zagreus's mismatched eyes. Yes, that sounds, feels right. Thanatos knows the terror he felt when he thought Zagreus didn't follow him to the Underworld. He wouldn't have survived. There would only be Death Incarnate.

One hand reaches up to touch Zagreus's face, soft like the brush of a feather or a butterfly's wing. (Blue or purple, not pink) His fingers rest there as Thanatos offers a brief kiss of his own, unprompted. ]

I just fear... what I'm becoming here. Will it also work for what I need to be back in our world? Or am I trapped either way?