Hermes shifted to press what he hoped was a comforting kiss to Alcuin's shoulder. He didn't know this boy, but they were two of a kind and likely not a single other soul in the city could know what their lives were. Regardless of the conflicts between vampires and wolves, they would likely need each other at least for silent comfort.
"He was beautiful," Hermes whispered, looking down at their hands catching enough of the memory to know that. "And you love him so much, even now." The fae wanted to hold him, to kiss him and comfort him the only ways he truly knew how, to wrap him up and mourn with him not only for the boy's master, but for the daughter Hermes promised himself he'd never get attached to or care about.
"I'm sorry," he said even softer. "I didn't mean to... Some fae can turn it off. I can't." His survival depended on being able to hear absolutely everything he could. Alcuin had to understand that. He could focus sometimes, could hone in on one person's thoughts easily enough and in huge crowds if it wasn't necessary, he could pin his thoughts to the vampire who owned him and be fine. He let out a slow breath and continued. "Is your master expecting you back at any specific time? I was given the day to do with as I please, and I'd very much like to spend some more of it with you if you'd permit me."