Perhaps with luck, Brooke's soul would do the same. If she found out, when she found out, she would be pleased to hear it. She hoped Brooke would move on, since the woman wasn't there. Hades could help her move on, if they were lucky.
She led him to the small bedroom, cluttered and filled with colorful posters and flyers for the roller derby, concert tickets, pictures of Brooke and her son. It was dark enough that she couldn't see them, couldn't feel guilty, and she pulled him close, tugging him in to kiss her again, winding her arms back around his neck. She would let him strip soon enough, but she couldn't stop kissing him.