He had watched John grow up, an alcoholic father- a mother who was distant, a sister who came out as a lesbian and was kicked out, found on the street dead. Sherlock had personally ferried her to the Pool of Souls as well, something he didn't have to do, but did occasionally for people of note.
He had never come up to the Overworld when John was a child, he had never physically been there, but he had watched as often as he could, sometime shirking his duties, which of course roused the ire of Zeus- who knew this man was a reincarnation of Sherlock;s lost .. well whatever they had been.
"This.. imaginary Hades. Did you talk to him?" He asked. He knew it was a bit dangerous to try to get to personal an pry too much, but he had had 2 beers (almost) and his tongue was getting a bit looser, it seemed.
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He had never come up to the Overworld when John was a child, he had never physically been there, but he had watched as often as he could, sometime shirking his duties, which of course roused the ire of Zeus- who knew this man was a reincarnation of Sherlock;s lost .. well whatever they had been.
"This.. imaginary Hades. Did you talk to him?" He asked. He knew it was a bit dangerous to try to get to personal an pry too much, but he had had 2 beers (almost) and his tongue was getting a bit looser, it seemed.