“I’m not going to let you be so weird and impersonal with our child, Prometheus. In fact, you’ve barely held him. Go on, “digigi”, hold your son.”

Hades plucked him from the floatie, then set him, wet fur and all against Prometheus’ chest. His trailing tail still linked into the inner tube, and Haded would have gently pulled it, but it was so cutely curled around that he couldn’t bear to move it.