Hermes was kinda sad. And bored. His worshippers had forgotten him, really and truly. It seemed unfair, it really did, after all how did they forget so easily? He'd been reduced to a ghost-like figure, unable to be seen, heard, or touched anymore. It was sad, and lonely, and boring, and he really only had pranks and sports games on TV to entertain him. He'd been hanging out at this one mortal's house- you- because you tended to fall for the cheap pranks he managed to set up when he focuses enough to touch stuff. You also went on a lot of nighttime runs, and he liked following you around. It was around 3 AM, and he'd managed to work the remote and turn on the TV. It seemed as if his late-night shenanigans had woken you up, because you walked down the stairs about 30 minutes after he got it to work. He had expected a lot of things. He had not expected you to lock eyes with him. Or see him. Or scream like you did. He yelped, the wings on his head folding in instinctually, as he covered his ears. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Owwwww! C'mon, man, please stop screaming! That hurts!"