"How did it go?" Hades asked quietly, standing before Graham's grave.
Rinne stood beside him, her hand gently clasped in his.
"They didn't suspect anything," she replied, her voice calm but edged with lingering irritation. "And I barely stopped myself from slapping your brother."
Hades let out a faint breath of frustration. "Did he do something?"
His grip on her hand tightened, almost instinctively.
Rinne shrugged, her expression unimpressed. "Tried to flirt. Typical, really. But he backed off quickly after getting warned by his sister."
Hades sighed. "Figures."
A brief silence passed between them, the air heavy but calm, as they both stared at the gravestone in front of them.
Then Rinne broke the silence.
"How did it go with Thalia?"
Hades exhaled deeply. "Better than I ever imagined," he said, a soft smile pulling at his lips. "She was angry… but she didn't push me away."
Rinne's lips curved as well. "Didn't I tell you? It would go well."
