Hypnos smiled his lazy smile, pleased that his son had a goal. Goals were important. Hypnos had many goals himself, and he worked towards them ceaselessly; though he was certain that others might think otherwise, it was only his application that was somewhat lackadaisical, not his intentions towards reaching the mileposts he set for himself. That his son already had that drive as well was pleasing to a father.
Though he was going about it rather aggressively and noisily, in Hypnos' opinion.
“All of them at once, hm?” he questioned. “Did you stack them differently this time than you did last time? Perhaps that was the difference.”
Hyp moved forward to get a closer look at the blocks, without letting go of Phobetor on his shoulder. Until his child chose to leave, Hypnos was going to keep his grasp. They grew up too fast and too soon, far too soon, his son would no longer hug his face with abandon. He would hug his waist. Then perhaps there would be a one armed hug around his shoulder. Within years, it would be a hand clapped against his shoulder, maybe a quick squeeze. But these early years, there was no hesitation in the way affection was shown. Hypnos wasn't letting go of that until he was forced to, he mirrored that in the way he held his son to his shoulder.
“The first step in knocking them down again, is to rebuild the wall. So we will do that,” he explained, “and then I will watch you because you cannot see yourself when you are flying through the wall and I can. I can tell you if I see why they are not all falling down as they should. How does that sound?”