Closing his own eyes in return, Hythlodaeus takes the time to cherish the feel of Emet-Selch by his side- the warmth of him, the sound of him as he speaks. He reaches out to take his hand, giving it a squeeze. He knows that Emet-Selch would do anything, but he's still under the impression that Emet-Selch is just as dead as he is at this point.

"Why don't we speak of happier things? We are together now, dream or no. Time spent with friends should be a joyful experience."

That's not to say there can't be serious moments, but... they've been apart for so long. He smiles, shifting to sit up more before turning to face Emet-Selch, on his knees. Then he spreads his arms expectantly. Hug him, Hades!