[He almost doesn't feel the kiss on top of his head, his groggy brain slow to really register it. Even when he does, his cheeks color again, smile briefly ghosting over his lips as he feels warmth pool in his chest. He's already thought about how Diluc is very gentle and kind a million times that night, but he seems to keep managing to keep floating the thought back up into his consciousness.
It did seem like fate that this was the house that answered him.
No more words are said at the moment. He fits nicely in Diluc's lap like the contours of his legs were made to cradle him, and slowly the samurai's arm drops from the redhead's shoulders to curl loosely around his waist instead, rubbing slow circles into the skin beneath his shirt. It's a much more comfortable arrangement of limbs, allowing him to lean fulling against the larger man without twisting, and keep his face comfortably pressed against his chest.
Time passes. He isn't sure how much. His breathing evens out, his body stilling in Diluc's arms. The slow rubbing of his fingers starts to slow, then stops entirely, his hands loose.]
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It did seem like fate that this was the house that answered him.
No more words are said at the moment. He fits nicely in Diluc's lap like the contours of his legs were made to cradle him, and slowly the samurai's arm drops from the redhead's shoulders to curl loosely around his waist instead, rubbing slow circles into the skin beneath his shirt. It's a much more comfortable arrangement of limbs, allowing him to lean fulling against the larger man without twisting, and keep his face comfortably pressed against his chest.
Time passes. He isn't sure how much. His breathing evens out, his body stilling in Diluc's arms. The slow rubbing of his fingers starts to slow, then stops entirely, his hands loose.]