Zagreus tries not to think about how appealing Thanatos is in one of his sweaters. He takes the one offered to him and kind of just settles it into his own lap - he'll be alright when the fire gets started, he thinks.

"So," he says softly, pulling an arm around his shoulder, "I think we were meant to have a conversation at some point." They'd talked about it over text over a month ago, after that party, but life had gotten busy, he'd gotten distracted. "If you remember."