[ He bullies with love.

That's the look he likes to see on Ḥeḥ's face, even if Khnum accepts all of the bad ones too. ]

I do want to meet every single part of you, and I will rise to that fucking challenge, habibat alqalb. It doesn't have to be all at once, some can be at their own pace. I want to get to know each and every one of them, in some way.

[ If that means simply friendship or something different from what he has with Ḥeḥ - that is perfectly fine with him. Absolutely smirking up at his lover at the chuckle. ]

You can see this anytime you fucking want.

[ Khnum would gladly give him a show or lie here just so Ḥeḥ could look and touch. His gaze doesn't leave his lover's face as that hand moves over his body. Then his arms go around Ḥeḥ, one hand finding purchase in dual-colored hair.

While the other talks, he's quiet. Gently squeezing and holding close because, of course Ḥeḥ would know the exact amount of time down to the second. His head turns just enough to drop kisses into his lover's hair. ]

A parent's worst nightmare is when they outlive their children, just because we're gods doesn't make that any easier. Having to go through that - it isn't only a nightmare - it's pure fucking torture. These are the kind of scars that don't heal easily.

[ His other hand moves over Ḥeḥ's back, petting it soothingly. ]

You will see them again, be able to hold them again. And you won't be alone in looking after them.