"Hermes?" It had been a while since Henry had spoken and his voice came out as a quiet croak. The god beside him stirred, and Henry felt a little bad because Hermes had clearly been drifting between sleep and wakefulness.
And maybe what he was about to ask wasn't fair. Hermes had been down here for months and from the state of him, he was very clearly starving. But Henry had never suffered hunger like this in his life. He hadn't known it felt like this. He hadn't realised his thoughts would be consumed by food. That he would be fucking haunted by the damn sandwhich he didn't finish a few days ago. That he would feel like - if he didn't fucking ask Hermes about food he would goddamn explode.
"Yeah kid?" Hermes said, grunting a little, and shifting to a more comfortable position.
"Do-" Hermes had been here for over two months, according to himself. He had to have been fed something to still be alive, surely... "Does Lucifer ever- I'm hungry," he finally settled on.