Focus Dior Goodjohn 0:36 ─〇───── 2:30 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻ ‘“Focus in on me.”’ Hermes was at Persephone and Hades’s wedding, humming lightly to the music and tapping his fingers on the table. He didn’t have a date, because unlike most people, he wasn’t exactly the type to get hitched or actually commit. So while Hermes could have been working, he watched his boss Hades dance gracefully with his new wife, and his coworker, Thanatos, fumble around on the dance floor with a flower nymph that he had apparently been seeing. He kept stepping on her shoes. After a couple minutes of being bored and looking around, Hermes decided to just stand up and grab a drink, which he did. Then, being the lone alpha wolf he so totally was, he walked outside, hoping for some alone time, and not feeling the slightest bit of lonely at all, definitely not. Hermes made his way out to the courtyard, humming to the faint music as he sat on a bench.