[Zhongli has a great many questions brewing in the back of his mind regarding all the things he'd seen and heard, but those thoughts are distant for the moment.
The press of lips against his forehead and temple bring a soft smile to his own, and without pause Zhongli is tugging one of Childe's hands from his hair to bring it to his own lips, a gentle brush against the knuckles, warm and tender, followed by yet another kiss to his palm. There's something about his touch that's adoring, as if what was in his grasp right now was precious beyond words.
When Childe pulls back to speak, Zhongli looks up at him with a laugh that's more breath than sound.]
Should I not be asking you that, Childe?
[And yet his question was so very typical of him.]
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The press of lips against his forehead and temple bring a soft smile to his own, and without pause Zhongli is tugging one of Childe's hands from his hair to bring it to his own lips, a gentle brush against the knuckles, warm and tender, followed by yet another kiss to his palm. There's something about his touch that's adoring, as if what was in his grasp right now was precious beyond words.
When Childe pulls back to speak, Zhongli looks up at him with a laugh that's more breath than sound.]
Should I not be asking you that, Childe?
[And yet his question was so very typical of him.]