Hermes wanted to argue the curse in him, wanted to point out that he'd been hunted his whole life and the weight of hearing everyone else alone threatened to crush him sometimes. He could have just as easily countered his point about Elsa. The dog would've loved anyone who rubbed her belly and let her hang around even if they weren't paying attention to her.
All immortals owed a death too. Their debt was just longer in the paying.
He closed his eyes and leaned in to the touch against his cheek. "Thank you," he whispered. If anything, he was sure Carrick would at least hold to that.
He reached up to wipe his own tears away and force a smile that was less lie and more trying for something else. "Fuck, we're depressing aren't we?"