She didn't know. Philotes didn't know. Thanatos had been trying so very hard to just get the words out, to make a pass for clarification, but she didn't know. This was rather disheartening, though he couldn't really say why. There was a growing list of things that were crushing Than's resolve without clear reasons as to why, but perhaps that innocuous little question was explanation enough. Or perhaps not. Thanatos wasn't even sure where his thoughts were leading him anymore. Lottie didn't know and this was distressing, but he was supposed to be the big brother. He was supposed to be the one with answers. Allegedly. Or something.
It took everything Than had in him not to groan, untangle himself from his sister's hug, and beat his head into the nearest wall.
But, again, that wasn't Lottie's fault. It was Than's. She was young and his explanations were a struggle for normal adults to follow. His sentences were winding and disjointed and rambling, so he could see where her confusion might come from. Thanatos took in a breath, gave Philotes another gentle pat, and then tried again.
"You're, uh...saying you want to help me at work. Even though everyone is gloomy and dead. Despite how it won't be fun. Is what I was saying. Assuming that's what you were saying."
It was not the most graceful or eloquent rephrasing in the history of the spoken word, but it was truly the best Thanatos could manage. So long as Lottie continued clinging to him, Than figured he wasn't botching this too badly.