You two were always close friends, him being the Greek equivalent of the Grim Reaper, you the Greek equivalent of life. Opposites attract, yeah? You both sit by one of the cloudy lakes of Elysium, Shades walking past behind you both. Than has one arm around your shoulders, the two of you have been hard at work doing your jobs and helping Hades’ son escape behind Hades’ back. “Why are you so warm?” Thanatos mutters, his cold fingers tapping against your forearm, the sleeves rolled up.