Reeve gripped the steaming cup before him tightly, enjoying the warmth the contents gave off. He pressed his wrists harder into the ceramic, and sighed.

“It’s been a long time, Thanatos.”

The man looked up, offering a small, almost devious looking smile. “It has.” Thanatos’ civilian avatar, Reeve thought, was very…odd. Certainly not what you’d expect from the God of Death. Slicked back black hair, neat tux, crimson tie, dark trench coat, black fedora, and a goatee. Thanatos was a rather spindly man with long, thin limbs that resembled a spider. And his smile… it always had this malicious glint to it. Or, at least, it seemed that way to Reeve.

“So… why are you living in a hospital? Do you ever like, leave?” Reeve slid the cup closer, pressing it gently into his chest.

Thanatos hummed in low amusement, “I’ve met with your mother, recently, Reeve.”

His heart stopped.