Nyx

Nyx was trading more than ever. That didn't bother Hex so much. Not really. But...a lot of that time was with Bond.

He wasn't jealous...but he was worried. He was certain he was doing a terrible job of being a keeper. He didn't know what he was doing- he was stumbling through it.

But Bond. Bond was commanding. Intimidating. Bond would probably be a way better keeper than him. A lifetime of insecurity had him certain he was going to lose Nyx altogether.

Hex sat in an insanely comfortable chair...that Bond had gifted Nyx...and read a comic as he waited for his nymph to come home from the kitchen.