Finn's smile untangled that knot of worry in his chest.

His relationship with Finn hadn't flowed the normal way. He couldn't actually remember meeting him - at least not clearly. He couldn't remember when they'd folded into each other's arms like they fit together.

When he said they were made for each other, sometimes he believed it more literally than not. Sometimes he thought they were actually meant to be one being, but got split somehow, and found each other again. It was something none of the other gods would understand and he didn't really care to try to make them. This was something different. He grips Finn's hands back, his brow furrowed tightly even as a tendril of hope curled inside of him.

"I never imagined that this place could be beautiful," he admitted quietly. "Not like that. Not like what she is capable of. Even if she doesn't - Even if she doesn't grow to want me, even if she just - maybe comes around sometimes--"

He felt incredibly stupid, and his cheeks tinted slightly, brow twitching in annoyance at himself.

"Tell me not to do anything stupid."

Because he was getting some very, very stupid ideas.