[The nosy neighbours do get a bit more of a show than Liem personally would have preferred, but he cannot complain about the warm press of Set’s mouth against his forehead. He cannot imagine a circumstance where he would complain about it, even if the entire city were watching—embarrassing though that would be.

But finally Set slips inside, and he manages to close the door before the god wraps possessively around him. He doesn’t even bother locking it; he is more immediately concerned with folding his own arms around Set, whom he had missed sorely during his imprisonment beneath the labyrinth floor, even if the magical nature of the maze made calling upon his assistance impossible.]

The labyrinth presented a uniquely frustrating battleground. [He murmurs against the fall of the god’s hair.] Even if you spent the entire time only seeking me, I doubt it would have made a difference.

[How could it have, when any door in the maze could lead to wherever the Oracle wished it to? For all Liem knows, the people actively seeking him would be the least likely of all to ever stumble upon him.]

I don’t expect you to hold my hand, especially at such a time.