Hades was seated as well, but on the edge, one hand on his knee, the other up to his mouth where he was trying and failing to stop chewing his knuckles.

“Just... lay it already,” Hades mumbled, trying desperately not to add stress to the situation. And failing, clearly. “I can just remove it, you know,” Hades called out, voice tinged with desperation. “Or I could lift you?”

Hades was suffering.

Hythlodaeus handed him a bottle of... something that distracted him enough to look at it. “I’m not going to drink airag, Hythlodaeus.”