[The comment was half in jest, since the shock of red in the cloud of white hair is difficult to miss; Kazuha was certain that Diluc had noted it the moment they met even before confirmation. There's part of him that wonders why he doesn't manifest kizuna as easily as others— does he hold himself at a distance in ways he doesn't think about?
He realizes that must be true, but he's uncertain if there's anything to be done about something he does unconsciously.]
I generally do not sleep so easily. I attribute it to the comfort of your abode.
[He laughs, a little airy thing, and presses a soft kiss to Diluc's bare shoulder. The migraine has left him feeling tired; he could still put his mind to intimacy if he pleased... though just being snuggled in close to the larger man's body was nice in itself.]
I don't want you to feel like I've led you on.
[In the spaces of those words, the meaning of 'I could sleep, if you'd be fine with it' is relatively clear, unlike the samurai's other poetic and sometimes veiled way of saying things.]
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He realizes that must be true, but he's uncertain if there's anything to be done about something he does unconsciously.]
I generally do not sleep so easily. I attribute it to the comfort of your abode.
[He laughs, a little airy thing, and presses a soft kiss to Diluc's bare shoulder. The migraine has left him feeling tired; he could still put his mind to intimacy if he pleased... though just being snuggled in close to the larger man's body was nice in itself.]
I don't want you to feel like I've led you on.
[In the spaces of those words, the meaning of 'I could sleep, if you'd be fine with it' is relatively clear, unlike the samurai's other poetic and sometimes veiled way of saying things.]