[Thanatos, admittedly, is not keeping track of time either. By the time they do break apart his clothes and hair are thoroughly soaked and rainwater is pooling in the inside of the upturned umbrella on the ground next to them. He keeps his head bowed down, their foreheads pressed lightly together, and as much as his instincts tell him to not relax so readily into this how could he not when it's precisely everything he could have wanted?]

We should get you out of the rain and into some dry clothes. [He kisses Zagreus' forehead then shifts away to retrieve the umbrella, turning it the right way up and shaking the water droplets away from the inside.]

Hypnos and I have a home not too far from here. You're welcome to stay with us, if that's what you want. [Either way he's going to start guiding the other god there now, because it's the easiest place to go.] And I have some important things to tell you.