“I hadn’t realized you were so thorough,” he said with raised eyebrows as Hythlodaeus settled properly. The soulless thing placed a hand on Prometheus’ snout, rubbing slow circles. Hades carefully set his wine glass in midair to free his hands. He joined Hythlodaeus in petting Prometheus like the overgrown, scaly cat that he was.

“I love you, Prometheus,” Hades said, since nothing else filled his head so thoroughly in that moment except for his adoration and elation that Prometheus was back. Even if he was a sad collection of shards and a lizard besides. Life ever threw curveballs.

“Hmm... how do you prefer to take shape? I saw you walking so unsure before. I know it’s been a while, but how do you forget to walk,” he teased.