[For all that Childe is feeling in the air between them, Diluc feels strangely placid. There's no sense of anything being tense or charged - after all, either of them could get up and leave any time they wanted to - and it's helping with keeping him feeling relatively comfortable in the situation. Childe knows well enough that if Diluc did not still want to be sitting here, he would not be sitting here. How many times has he watched the redhead's back as he walked away?
His gaze flicks up when the other man speaks again, his eyes steady on Childe's for a moment. Unwavering. Does it bother him?
Rather than answer on impulse, he considers his reply.]
... No.
[Does he like it? No, he doesn't like it, but it isn't something that he would say is bothering him. He tilts his head slightly as he answers and his eyes drop to the table.]
It should, I suppose. But no, it doesn't bother me. [He sighs then, leaning back in his seat. A wry smile tugs at one corner of his mouth.] It's funny, though. It could have been so easy for us to have been friends, if not for... [A small gestures goes to Childe's... general person.]
no subject
His gaze flicks up when the other man speaks again, his eyes steady on Childe's for a moment. Unwavering. Does it bother him?
Rather than answer on impulse, he considers his reply.]
... No.
[Does he like it? No, he doesn't like it, but it isn't something that he would say is bothering him. He tilts his head slightly as he answers and his eyes drop to the table.]
It should, I suppose. But no, it doesn't bother me. [He sighs then, leaning back in his seat. A wry smile tugs at one corner of his mouth.] It's funny, though. It could have been so easy for us to have been friends, if not for... [A small gestures goes to Childe's... general person.]
You know.