Sol let out a small, quick huff of a sigh, taking another moment to himself so that he could properly think it over. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt to pay another visit to the two of them..." He muttered gently, looking down at their interlaced hands for a few seconds before sighing once more. The star evidently gave into his demands, but he wasn't going to willingly accept without a reasonable compromise. He needed the peace of mind, after all. "Okay, okay, I'll go, but only on *one* condition: you have to *promise* me you and everyone else will be just fine. Sound fair?"
Mercury paused, blinked a few times, and let out a surprisingly high-pitched laugh, almost as if he were embarrassed. Which, to a fond degree, he was. "Oh, you humour me so, Mars, stating you hope nothing changes. One minute cold, and the next rather warm," He stated, jokingly using his casual old ways of speech that the Romans interpreted him to have, knowing damn well it had the tendency to mess with Mars' head. Mercury smiled softly at that knowledge, "What's with the hand-kissing and holding, by the way? It's new; not that I'm complaining."