The slap had him stumbling forward two steps but there was nothing hateful in the look he shared with Zeus. In fact, there was no hate or cool anger toward any of them. The quiet, stoic look that graced Hades face was almost just exhaustion and something else... something very nearly sad, but what caused him to be so depressed was not quite made known.
He followed Hera further into her living quarters and sat in a solitary chair, hands folding in his lap and shoulders hunching slightly. He waited for them all to sit before he spoke again but when he did he was staring directly at Demeter.