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[Hythlodaeus wanders in with a smile, handing Phainon a bag with a bottle of red wine in it. Today he's wearing something casual, removing the coat he'd worn over it and idly hanging it over the back of the couch so he knows where it is.]

My thanks. I wondered about bringing anything, and settled on this. I realise the hour is late, so we do not have to drink it, but I wished to thank you for breakfast regardless.

It’s a good gift. Thank you, Hythlodaeus.

[ Phainon briefly wonders if he ought to be doing more in greeting, maybe a kiss to a cheek or a hand, but he shoves the thought aside as a tinge of a blush hits his cheeks. Instead, he places the bottle in the kitchen and looks over his preparations with a soft hum.

Moving to the couch, he flops down with a smile. ]

Are you in the mood for something cooked, or something simpler?

[Sitting beside Phainon, he leans into him and grins.]

Ah, cooked would be lovely. It need not be a grand undertaking, I assure you, I am simply in the mood for something warm after coming here.

[It's cold outside, after all!]

I think I could manage a warm breakfast for us both.

[ The grin softens the edge of some of his tension, and he lets himself lean into Hythlodaeus a little, expression warm. ]

I could always make us warm drinks, too!

Warm drinks would be lovely.

[He lets himself enjoy the closeness for a time, first. Taking Phainon by the hand and idly rubbing his thumb over his skin, he's comfortable already. Even with the light on, the night has a way of being still and cosy that makes him feel like he could fall asleep on Phainon if he let himself.

Ah, but they're here for a reason, and so Hythlodaeus squeezes the hand eventually and looks over to his friend.]

I'm not fussy. Make whatever appeals to you right now.

[ Phainon brightens, his eyes darting down to his hand before he pauses. He doesn't need to rush around being a good host - he's doing fine. He is fine, and right now Hythlodaeus is far more appealing than any drink might be.

Hesitating for only a second, he shifts closer, leaning into him. ]

Maybe in a moment.

[He certainly won't object to more time spent with Phainon. Resting against him, he tucks his feet up under himself and gets comfortable. He tips his head up, smiling, and brings Phainon in closer for a kiss.]

I am in no hurry.

[Meaning, they can sit and kiss for a while if that is what they both want to do.]

[ It's easy enough to lean closer, to tilt his head and let their lips press together, something like a laugh bubbling inside of him. How strange and simple it is becoming, to share these moments with people. ]

We have a little time before the sun joins us.

[ And then he is leaning in for another, greedy. ]

Indeed... I am glad I thought to give us plenty of time beforehand.

[His kiss is needy, hand cupping Phainon's cheek and threading through to his hair, humming a soft sigh through his nose. If given half a chance he'll deepen it, easily distracted by the promise of more.]

It was a good idea.

[ It's not necessarily what Phainon had predicted would happen when they agreed to the sun and breakfast, but he isn't complaining. Kissing the other man is nice, and the fingers in his hair make him feel good. He feels drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, and the noise he makes is almost sweet.

Tilting up, he leans closer, wrapping an arm around Hythlodaeus despite the awkward angle. ]

[To fix the angle he shifts, turning to face him more. When he finally pulls away from the kiss to draw in a breath he continues to pepper them over Phainon's lips, soft and sweet.]

I could kiss you all night, I think... we would surely miss the sunrise.

[ It's all so soft, so sweet, and it makes that golden blush rise and settle on Phainon's cheeks without hesitation, as if it's painted on rather than inspired by a gentle touch. ]

I'd hate to miss one beautiful sight, even if it was for another.

[ Two can play at this game! ]

Well... luckily we have all of the time in the world afterwards to see any sight we like.

[He smiles- it warms his heart to think of the possibilities. Not just sex, but seeing everything this city has to offer. He's alive, after all. They both are.]

We shall see how the day proceeds.

That, I don't doubt.

[ Which means it's easier to relax, to let himself settle, to ignore some of the weight on his shoulders. ]

There are a few things that make this place difficult, but the views and the people are not one of them.

Indeed. The people are quite charming.

[He grins and leans in, kissing him again before cuddling back up beside him. He knows they have time to cuddle after breakfast but he definitely is enjoying this now, too.]

Has anybody ever told you that you're comfortable?

[ Phainon adjusts his weight a little to make it easier for Hythlodaeus to settle against him, lifting his hand to touch his hair, gently, idly playing with it. ]

Fig Stew tells me it all the time!

Fig Stew- oh, the chimera. Yes, well, the little critter is correct.

[Chuckling, he closes his eyes. Then he opens them again.]

Oh no, I will fall asleep like this...

[And have nightmares, probably. That would be awkward.]

Then we should do something to keep you awake.

[ Careful fingers brush along his arm gently. ]

I could tell you a story?

A story? Mm. What kind of story?

[Something tells him that Phainon would have some interesting stories to tell, about home or his friends.]

Something from my own world? There's tales of myself, or Mydeimos, or the Adventures of the Rosy Celestial Maiden...

[ Any of them could be good, he supposes. ]

I want to hear something about you.

[As much as the other two intrigue him, he'd rather get to know Phainon better whilst chatting with him. He turns into him slightly, smiling against his hair.]

About me! What could I say?

[ He laughs, sheepish, as if there's absolutely nothing special about him at all. ]

You may need to be more specific.

I can hardly be more specific when I don't know anything about you. Ah, but I want to know you. So, tell me a story about yourself that is close to your heart, perhaps.

[Surely Phainon has something like that up his sleeve?]

Ah, a point well made!

[ Hythlodaeus asks, and it should be simple, but it's hard to admit to the things close to him when so much of it is clouded by guilt, sadness and grief. He feels almost sheepish with it, not having something that springs to mind immediately. ]

Shall I tell you of my first meeting with Mydeimos?

Yes, that sounds like a nice story.

[He squeezes Phainon's hand, encouraging.]

And I am sure that it is close to your heart, too.

[Just like Hythlodaeus' first meeting with Hades is.]

they are cuteee

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