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Prometheus flexed his fingers under Hades's hands, exhaling noisily at the mention of therapy.

He knew, rationally, he should attend those. He really should. But every time he attempted, he would always chicken out at the last second, too anxious to... what, exactly? He didn't want to discuss what happened, didn't want to examine it, or confront it, or whatever. He just wanted to leave it in the past, ignore it, and not have anyone scrutinising what a fucking mess he was and judge him for it.

He had issues beyond the Doom, he knew. He didn't want to confront those either.

"You will? Oh, good..." Prometheus mumbled, a tension he hadn't known he'd been carrying relaxing at that. Not that he was against carrying a baby just- the idea of having to host a burgeoning soul while his own was still... brittle and injured, didn't sound like a fun time.

He still had that crack. A big, ugly crack that couldn't heal all the way because of the nature of the injury. When Hades stabilised him before his soul completely slid apart, he didn't really 'sanitise' the wound, and little flecks of corruption uniquely tied to the Doom festered in there. Not enough to make him ill or infect him with something nasty, but, enough that the wound would never completely heal.

Yeah, trying to host a baby with that... he had doubts his soul would endure the stress gracefully.

"...okay," Prometheus finally said, still feeling... mixed things, uncertainty, but... he was willing to try. He was willing to attempt therapy, even if he had a feeling Hades would have to physically drag him to the first few sessions, and he was willing to try and move past this stagnant rut he was trapped in. He wasn't getting worse, but he wasn't getting better either, "Okay, we can have a baby."