Ha! I can imagine you being adorably mournful without my attention, but I don't think I could ever ignore you long enough to see it. Luckily for you.

[Small kisses, the brush of his thumb over Emet's wrist and hip, at the small of his back, against his skin or aether or both. Reassurance to both of them. He even tilts his head to help, shaking it to loosen his hair and let it fall around his shoulders when the braid is undone.]

If I did not bother you incessantly I cannot imagine what my counterpart of your star would say. Nothing nice, I'm certain. But if you imagine the Hades of my star would scold, you should definitely listen! Who would know best, after all?

It's very fortunate neither of us plans to disappoint them!