In the interest of his own sanity, he was just going to let that one go. They didn’t go to class to be survivalists. What the hell was Prometheus even on about? But... just the three of them. That sounded sort of nice.

“Of course not,” he said, taking Prometheus’ other hand. “Besides, wherever you two go, I’ll go.” Even as he said it, his cheeks flushed a little. Ah, embarrassing in how true it was.

Hades began to properly mentally prepare— for all of it. The dive into the lifestream, the harrowing adventure... Maybe he could even reconnect with Prometheus a little. It didn’t seem like he was coping well with him having sexual partners after all. Also...

“...And... Unsupervised drinking.”