He says nothing, simply closing his eyes and breathing. Yes. They will succeed. They will. He has to believe it, or else...

He doesn't know how long they lie there, taking comfort in the warmth of each other's skin, but Hades eventually starts to try and pull away. The ache has faded to a dull throb; nothing a cold shower won't fix - or a bit of privacy.

"Well, as pleasant as this is, we cannot stay abed all day," he says quietly. "Would you--" He hesitates, ploughs on as a slight flush returns to his cheek. "Would you like to shower together?"