[Zagreus had folded up the blanket to carry under one arm; now, it serves as something to sit on, as he spreads it out on the ground nearby. He lies back to sprawl on it and look up at the sky. Waiting is...not his favorite thing, but at least Thanatos is here and there's a dog. He turns his head toward them.]

It's not like that, Than. I'm just...used to you being so busy. You rarely have the time to sit and chat like this, always having to go and attend to your responsibilities.

[He reaches out a hand and runs it through the green stuff on the ground. What's it called, again? Right, grass.]

I always thought grass would be softer than this.