[ Even in the haze that's threatening to overtake his senses - really, he should have known better, it's been far too long since he's had any kind of mixed drink and a combination of all of them at once was definitely not the best way to ease himself back into things - he's aware of the fingers brushing into his hair, the warm pressure and weight of Diluc's touch against his head. Dimly, he wonders if Diluc being so warm is just a trait of all Pyro allogenes or if it's simply Diluc himself; he'll have to remember to ask later.
For now, it seems much more important to just press his head into his touch, lashes dipping with the sluggish weight of inebriation. Even with the alcohol burning every breath he imagines he can get a hint of Diluc's own scent beneath everything. It's easy to focus on that over everything else, so much so that he actually forgets what he was saying and just exists in the moment with Diluc, warm and content in the knowledge that he's in the presence of someone that he's quite fond of.
He still can't say for certain whether or not Diluc feels the same. Even after all this time their relationship is as much a mystery to him sober as it is drunk. But there's significance, he thinks, in the fact that he hasn't been thrown out or laid out on his ass. ]
Why don't I... [ He parrots, forgetting his train of thought for a moment. When it hits him a few moments later he lets out a quiet noise of affirmation, contemplative and also wondering. The pause that follows is equally thoughtful, and it's broken at long last with a short, fond little laugh, as much at Diluc as it is himself. ]
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For now, it seems much more important to just press his head into his touch, lashes dipping with the sluggish weight of inebriation. Even with the alcohol burning every breath he imagines he can get a hint of Diluc's own scent beneath everything. It's easy to focus on that over everything else, so much so that he actually forgets what he was saying and just exists in the moment with Diluc, warm and content in the knowledge that he's in the presence of someone that he's quite fond of.
He still can't say for certain whether or not Diluc feels the same. Even after all this time their relationship is as much a mystery to him sober as it is drunk. But there's significance, he thinks, in the fact that he hasn't been thrown out or laid out on his ass. ]
Why don't I... [ He parrots, forgetting his train of thought for a moment. When it hits him a few moments later he lets out a quiet noise of affirmation, contemplative and also wondering. The pause that follows is equally thoughtful, and it's broken at long last with a short, fond little laugh, as much at Diluc as it is himself. ]
I don't know where your mouth is.