[He glances down at what Zhongli's showing him, but in truth, he isn't really looking. His attention, instead, is on the warmth of Zhongli's palm through his shirt, on the way Zhongli's arm brushes against his when he leans closer.
Have they ever been this close before? Surely they have, with how often they've strolled through the city together or sat beside each other, sharing drinks and conversation. But those were fleeting instances, nothing that truly crossed any boundaries. This, though--this feels... different, even though it really shouldn't. Zhongli's just helping him out, after all. It must be the heat, then. It's getting to his head, melting away his common sense. In a few days, he'll probably look back on this and realize how ridiculous he's being.
He nods to show he's listening, even though he kind of isn't. Not doing so would be rude.
Right, yeah. Biting. Ore. Makes sense or whatever.]
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Have they ever been this close before? Surely they have, with how often they've strolled through the city together or sat beside each other, sharing drinks and conversation. But those were fleeting instances, nothing that truly crossed any boundaries. This, though--this feels... different, even though it really shouldn't. Zhongli's just helping him out, after all. It must be the heat, then. It's getting to his head, melting away his common sense. In a few days, he'll probably look back on this and realize how ridiculous he's being.
He nods to show he's listening, even though he kind of isn't. Not doing so would be rude.
Right, yeah. Biting. Ore. Makes sense or whatever.]