[Somehow Mephisto isn't expecting to be yanked into a hug, but it's happening. He's a little thrown at first, jerking back in surprise-- but then he relaxes, reaching up to rest a hand over the back of Reign's head, stroking his hair. It was the sort of affectionate gesture Mephisto generally only gave after a particularly rough play session, but-- Reign had more than earned at least this much.]

[Maybe even more than he realizes -- he doesn't know that Reign was there in his final moments.]

Now now, there's no need for that... I'm right here, aren't I?

[But his own voice sounds a little weaker than usual -- soft and sad, hinting at the vulnerability hiding beneath the surface that he'd been trying to suppress all this time.]

...I'm sorry for breaking my promise. But I would hope having me here now might make up for it?