The silence stretches between them for a while, Phillip stubbornly keeping his hold and refusing to be moved. There's some wetness on Gustavain's shoulder, though not enough to indicate real tears actively being shed, more just the overwhelming emotions needing some minor outlet.

They are going to need to talk, and their usual methods are just not up to par right now. But gods, where do they even start? He's not sure he can tell the important from the frivolous right now. He's not sure if one of those would be an easier way to get into this.

He eventually speaks, but he doesn't move, face still pressed into his neck. "I am so furious with Hermes." That is... a bit of an understatement, considering his connection to Meteion, not to mention what he'd done to Hades, but it's about all he can manage at the moment.