"Next is getting him to arrange a cleaner to come in and do a more through job of it. That carpet and couch have seen better days. And helping him do some shopping. Online, of course. Then maybe catching up."
Hermes emerged from the bathroom, his hair wet but smelling good. He was appropriately clad as well. "I'm back," he announced, looking at Henry for further instructions.
"Right, have you had any visitors since coming home?" Hermes shrugged and looked like he didn't want to answer. "What about your wife?"
"Told her to stay away. Don't want her to see me like this."
Henry frowned and pointed to the sofa so Hermes would sit. "Hermes," he said gently. "Whatever you think 'this' is, you're not seeing it the way others would. You survived Lucifer. Again. You protected me while you were starving and so hurt. You're so strong. You don't think she would see that?" Hermes looked like he was considering that.