[As for Diluc, going from actively disliking the man to... whatever he feels about him now had apparently snuck up on him so thoroughly that he hadn't realised it fully until now. It had always made sense in his mind for him to hate Childe, to hate everything he represented (and he still hates that, honestly), but this is something that doesn't come to him easily. He had been willing to try, to be civil, maybe even something that could be interpreted as friendly...
He is going to have to have a long period of introspection after this.
His heart jumps against the touch to his chest, a glance going across to the hand placed on his shoulder and he looks up with a soft, uncertain frown.]
Whatever I want?
[What does he want when it comes to Childe? He thought he knew, but the last ten minutes have forced a dramatic reset of how he sees their entire relationship and he can still feel the tingle of the man's mouth on his. He had done that. That had been his decision. A choice.
Is it okay?]
I-I think I... [Maybe it wouldn't be too surprising if he bolted right now, but his feet feel rooted into place. He reaches up, clasping his hand over the one on his shoulder, holding it there.] I think... I would like... [He speaks carefully, as if to keep things he doesn't want to say from launching themselves out of the chaotic swirl of his thoughts.]
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He is going to have to have a long period of introspection after this.
His heart jumps against the touch to his chest, a glance going across to the hand placed on his shoulder and he looks up with a soft, uncertain frown.]
Whatever I want?
[What does he want when it comes to Childe? He thought he knew, but the last ten minutes have forced a dramatic reset of how he sees their entire relationship and he can still feel the tingle of the man's mouth on his. He had done that. That had been his decision. A choice.
Is it okay?]
I-I think I... [Maybe it wouldn't be too surprising if he bolted right now, but his feet feel rooted into place. He reaches up, clasping his hand over the one on his shoulder, holding it there.] I think... I would like... [He speaks carefully, as if to keep things he doesn't want to say from launching themselves out of the chaotic swirl of his thoughts.]
To spend some time with you.