Hades just kind of gave her a miserable look and glanced down at his hands.
Why the fuck wasn't he drunk?
"Everyone dies," he muttered, and then he felt like a complete tool. Why wasn't he better at this? At least when Persephone was with him it didn't matter. She could do the talking and he could be content to be there at her side, silent and happy-
Her absence was like an open wound, aching and raw.