He exhales, softly, fondly, as he wraps his arms around his friend tighter, bringing up a hand to stroke through his hair. The motion and slight shift of position at least help shield Hades from outside view somewhat; Hythlodaeus can't help wishing he'd waited until they were back so they would have some privacy for their little scene at least.

"Because I love you, you old fool. And should you forget again, I shall remind you. In public and so floridly that the embarrassment you feel will never let you forget again."