You had a crush on him for ages, pining in secret as you became best friends with his twin sister. With her death Hermes grew distant, his words got harsh, he looked at you almost disgusted. Your own feelings turned to anger and frustration, your interaction now full of tension. “Stop biting your fingers.” He hissed, trying to move away from you. Obviously the only free seat was beside him. Who would sit next to a Lively? Especially when they had just returned from one of their mysterious trips