It was strange that out of the five siblings he had, he only really liked one anymore. It used to be two, but Demeter still clung to her grudge like it was all that sustained her so all he had was Hestia. He considered her the smartest, seeing how she'd given up her throne to tend to the flame.
He'd made his way to her place after the girls had gone out shopping, eager to catch up and be around a sibling that didn't make him wish for death to occur to them. And he knew she'd listen to his gripes about Zeus, which was always a plus.
He could feel her when he walked into the B&B and patiently waited for her to show. He respected the fact that every god had rule over their own little spots, and he'd fuss if someone just came in. He'd brought her some gems and flowers too, and he held them as he waited and watched the mortals. He kept away from them, knowing that they'd fel something off about him. Despite everything, the underworld still clung to him.