The constant time spent with the god of thievery made Tiresias realize his company wasn’t all bad, even with his flirting. Tiresias had gotten more comfortable with the god, he pushed him away less.

Hermes always asked to play with his hair, which he refused. Yet Hermes was never going to stop asking, he was going to get what he wanted no matter what it took.

So with asking and asking, Tiresias finally caved, allowing Hermes to play with his hair.

And here they were, Hermes sat behind him with a brush, starting to brush his hair. It was quiet all around besides the sound of their breathing and the sound the brush made against the prophets hair.

Thought the silent was quickly disrupted with Hermes speaking.

“Your hair is really nappy darling.” Hermes commented, continuing to brush his hair

“Shut up.” Tiresias grumbled in response.

“Okay.” Hermes immediately shut up after that.