Thanantos had plenty of practice avoiding a crowd, centuries upon centuries, but Makaria's aversion to this particular grouping almost made him smile. There was no denying that he preferred their view to whatever one the bridge itself had to offer, but sometimes, it was nice to hear that he was not alone in his desire to keep some distance between himself and those who would be inexplicably uncomfortable in his presence.
Seeing eye to eye, one death deity to another, was one of the many reasons he could not help but appreciate Makaria's company.
"You always did appreciate going to the top of things," Thanatos mused, absently readjusting his tie before he began unpacking the basket. It had been a very long time since Than had found food that reminded him of Greece during his youth, and he hoped Makaria would appreciate it as he did. He glanced up briefly to add "The Eiffel Tower, if I'm not mistaken," and there was a hint of a smile in his gaze, though it never quite crossed his lips.
That was what fondness looked like with him, more often than not. Just hints. Glimpses. Inferences.
"Everything is going to be something eventually," he pointed out. Since he was already spreading out their refreshments, Than moved right along to pouring Makaria's wine. "And when it is something, I'm sure we'll be back to appreciate it, too."
That was what they did, after all. Appreciating the new triumphs of the world's societies. At a comfortable distance.