[it's with a sort of wariness that he watches hades now, eyes fixed on his face, glancing momentarily at the slip of fabric. his jaw works, still wondering if the right answers to these questions are completely out of his reach.]
... if you wish it of me.
[he manages to arrange himself properly and rests his head on his forearm, trying to sleep. it's not going to happen anytime soon, he suspects, but damned if he won't try to force it.]
no subject
... if you wish it of me.
[he manages to arrange himself properly and rests his head on his forearm, trying to sleep. it's not going to happen anytime soon, he suspects, but damned if he won't try to force it.]