['Can't', he says. Not 'won't', but 'can't'. It's enough to have Thanatos glancing at him with a moment of open vulnerability. The choice of words does hold weight, as much as the question had to begin with, and although the startled look only lasts a moment Thanatos follows it with a soft, muted chuckle.
Of course he cares about his brother. There's no way that he could stop caring about him. Even his endless berating and sharp words had come from a place of caring.
Though it probably didn't always seem like that.
When Hypnos' head comes to rest on his shoulder, Thanatos tips his own and settles his cheek against his twin's cloud-soft hair.]
I won't. [For a beat, unobserved, his expression pinches slightly.] ... I can't.
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Of course he cares about his brother. There's no way that he could stop caring about him. Even his endless berating and sharp words had come from a place of caring.
Though it probably didn't always seem like that.
When Hypnos' head comes to rest on his shoulder, Thanatos tips his own and settles his cheek against his twin's cloud-soft hair.]
I won't. [For a beat, unobserved, his expression pinches slightly.] ... I can't.