Grim stumbled, his knees giving out as he approached Ziva.

Ziva caught him with a swift arm, preventing him from hitting the floor face-first. She grabbed him firmly by the shoulders, her glossy lips pursing in concern.

"Grimslay, speak to me, child!" Ziva cried, "What happened to you? You look terrible!"

"Teleporting's made me tired," Grim muttered through clenched teeth, "I need somewhere to stay, now."

Ziva gazed at him for several seconds, watching his wide eyes. "I'll have someone prepare your room."

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His room was extravagant. Black tile with white trim marked it as Hades's private suite, and the furniture was just as plush and pristine as Grim remembered it being.

Grim dragged his fingers across the coffee table, eyes resting on the king-sized bed in the center of the room. It had been years since Hades had taken he and Artemis here. He could almost imagine chasing Artemis around the furniture, and Hades scolding him when he knocked over a lamp.

Grim crawled onto the bed, settling under a mountain of blankets. The bed was cold and empty, much like how Grim himself felt. The sensation of sleeping entirely alone was foreign to him after hundreds of years of cuddling against Artemis's furry body. The room was quiet, a sort of silence that was almost suffocating.

Grim pressed a pillow against his stomach to substitute for his brother. His eyes ventured to the ceiling, hands folded on his chest. He was the stereotypical image of a man laying awake contemplating his entire life, which was good, since that's exactly what he was doing.

Artemis hadn't left his mind since he had stormed out of the diner. Grim couldn't stop his words from spinning around in his head. He was feeling something, but it most certainly not regret. Of course not. He had no reason to regret his actions, he didn't do anything in the first place.

Right?

He rolled over onto his side, shoving down another nasty wave of most-certainly-not-regret. He had to get some rest, but it was easier said than done. His tank may have been empty, but his mind was still gunning it at one hundred miles per hour.

He pushed his face into another imitation Artemis. Any normal human would have smothered and died, but, as stated many times before, Grim was still immortal and still (unfortunately) couldn't die.

It seemed to Grim that this was going to be a long day.