Hades frowned.
"She's nice," Hades said flatly, like it was a fact he didn't particularly enjoy admitting.
"You should be grateful she likes someone as deranged as you."
Gavin leaned forward, smoke curling lazily between his fingers. He looked at Hades with disbelief. "Since when do you care about familial ties? Last I checked, you were too busy nursing a crush on your wife to care about your cousin."
That landed.
"Crush? Have you… lost your mind?" Hades asked, his voice calm but edged with warning.
Gavin didn't flinch. He raised a brow with that unbothered tilt of his head. "Care to explain why you're sitting here, glaring at the door when you have better things to do?"
Hades stared at him. Cold. Unmoving.
But Gavin didn't stop. "Heard you personally called. Twice. Yet you don't want to track her down?"
There was a pause. A long one.
"And that means I have a crush?" Hades asked coolly.
"What is it?"
