"Boss... with your permission, I'd like to offer a few suggestions. For tomorrow's dinner at the Cresswells'."
Hades said nothing and simply sat on the couch. Which was, in this room, silent permission for Milo to continue.
Milo clasped his hands behind his back, stepping forward slightly. "Given tonight's... emotional spectacle," he paused for comedic effect, then continued, "I believe it would be wise to employ a bit of proactive strategy with your wife. Emotionally speaking."
Hades's expression didn't change. "Explain."
"Well, Boss." Milo cleared his throat like a man carefully tiptoeing through a minefield of sleeping piranhas. "You've already made progress. While we are not sure what made her cry tonight, she do not seem like the type to cry easily especially in front of people. So... she's vulnerable now, which means there's a window to build… rapport. Trust. I suggest small gestures. Engage her in polite conversation at the Cresswells'. Compliment her, perhaps."
