"Lazarus, can you hold me, my love? Can you.... can you touch me?" Hades asked me, and I couldn't help the confusion that laced my eyes. It was very rare of him to ask me to touch him. It's always him. Like he has always said, he doesn't like losing control over his body.
So when he asked me to take control over his body, to touch him, instead of being touched, I didn't know if I should feel happy or sad. Happy that he was finally starting to trust me with his body, or sad that he chose to give up control of his body to divert my mind from the question I had asked him.
"Are you sure you want me to touch you because you need to be touched? Are you sure it is not because you want to divert my mind?" I asked him, and he looked at me. A small smile crept onto his face, as if I caught him s
