Hythlodaues stares at his phone for a moment, trying to think of what exactly he's going to say here. Hades left for work, he's otherwise alone with his thoughts and the cutieflies. He can't even think of the last time he's felt the need to be cheered up.

Steven. I would request some of your time when you are available.

He looks at his sent message. He felt so strangely disconnected from his words, from himself. He supposes he could at least be a little more specific.

Sooner than later, I think.