[Diluc is very sure of how he feels about Childe. He's very certain and it is that certainty that throws his entire mind into confusion whenever he thinks about it.
Because despite everything, in spite of everything that he is so sure that he should feel... he doesn't hate the younger man. More than that, he's grown peculiarly fond of him. In a way that... he can no longer bring himself to dislike. The two of them are similar in some ways and the redhead sees it every time they interact, and it is this as well as their differences that keeps things so...
So interesting.
He doesn't shove Childe away when he leans in so close because having him so near is pleasing. He doesn't balk or bolt at the almost-request, nor the baffling response to his question, because his thudding heart and racing head tell him one thing very, very clearly. Diluc is entirely sober, and he would like to kiss Childe right now as well.]
Oh. [He says eloquently. For a few seconds he doesn't move, then he drops his hand to Childe's shoulder and pushes him back, peeling him away just enough to see his face. His bright crimson eyes wander over the other man's face for a moment.]
Then let me help you with that.
[Thank the gods the bar is so quiet now. Diluc still has his hand against the base of Childe's spine, still carefully, gently shoring him up while he ducks his head a little and presses a warm kiss to his lips.]
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Because despite everything, in spite of everything that he is so sure that he should feel... he doesn't hate the younger man. More than that, he's grown peculiarly fond of him. In a way that... he can no longer bring himself to dislike. The two of them are similar in some ways and the redhead sees it every time they interact, and it is this as well as their differences that keeps things so...
So interesting.
He doesn't shove Childe away when he leans in so close because having him so near is pleasing. He doesn't balk or bolt at the almost-request, nor the baffling response to his question, because his thudding heart and racing head tell him one thing very, very clearly. Diluc is entirely sober, and he would like to kiss Childe right now as well.]
Oh. [He says eloquently. For a few seconds he doesn't move, then he drops his hand to Childe's shoulder and pushes him back, peeling him away just enough to see his face. His bright crimson eyes wander over the other man's face for a moment.]
Then let me help you with that.
[Thank the gods the bar is so quiet now. Diluc still has his hand against the base of Childe's spine, still carefully, gently shoring him up while he ducks his head a little and presses a warm kiss to his lips.]