"Oh-" Hermes glanced at the time, and realised it was just after lunch. He had probably been awake for closing in on thirty hours by now. "Lost track of time."
Henry had planned to come here and sit with tea or coffee and catch up with a friend who had saved his life in more ways than one. Friendships forged in torture basements for forever, after all. But what Hermes clearly needed wasn't a catch up. It was for someone to be the Tinsel to his Henry. Hermes was stuck in a loop and who could blame him. He had lost months of his life to that dreaded basement.
"Right, you can't sit there in your underwear, drinking yourself to death," Henry said, trying out a firm voice, channelling Tinsel. "You hear me?" Hermes glanced at Henry and he raised his eyebrows. There were very few people who could speak to him like this. Henry was, apparently, one of them.
"I- okay?"
"When was the last time you showered?"
Hermes made a face. "I don't remember."
"Right, shower first!" Henry said, pointing in a direction even though he had no idea if there was a bathroom in that direction. "Clean underwear and clothes. Then come back in here. Iestyn and I are going to have a quick clean of the place because it smells."
Hermes sort of shifted on his feet for a moment, and then he headed off to obey Henry. As soon as he was out of the room, Henry turned to Iestyn and let out a breath. "Oh holy shit, I am so glad he didn't smite me."