[Maybe it's that instinct, that frayed but still present connection, that keeps Hypnos from shrinking away at his touch. The gentle, familiar voice is a balm on his rattled nerves, though he finds it difficult to remember the last time Thanatos spoke to him that way. That's the furthest thing from his mind right now, though, when his composure is shattered with every flash of lightning and roll of thunder.
Still, Thanatos' presence is comfort enough for him to peek out from under his blanket, eyes wide and full of fear.] Th-Than? He's not? Are you sure? [He crawls closer to his brother, instinctively wanting to reach for him-- but he hesitates, instinct borne of every time his attempts to get closer to Thanatos have led to him running off. So he stays in limbo, shaking, too afraid to reach out.] Sorry, please don't be mad... [He's been doing so good with being independent, not relying on others to handle things for him, and now he's gone and messed it all up, and Thanatos has to save him (from nothing, apparently) and wow he is just the Worst.]
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Still, Thanatos' presence is comfort enough for him to peek out from under his blanket, eyes wide and full of fear.] Th-Than? He's not? Are you sure? [He crawls closer to his brother, instinctively wanting to reach for him-- but he hesitates, instinct borne of every time his attempts to get closer to Thanatos have led to him running off. So he stays in limbo, shaking, too afraid to reach out.] Sorry, please don't be mad... [He's been doing so good with being independent, not relying on others to handle things for him, and now he's gone and messed it all up, and Thanatos has to save him (from nothing, apparently) and wow he is just the Worst.]