[it's noticed, of course, and if he's honest, Zhongli is all the more appreciative for it. as laughable as it feels, too, he needs all the assistance he can get. everything feels uneven and off-balance, his belly still swollen and warm. that will wear down, he supposes, whether it makes a mess or just... is absorbed, because bodies are... well, strange.
he doesn't fight the pull to be tucked in against Childe this time, either, taking comfort in the warmth of his body nearby. this is... dangerous, he thinks. exceedingly, terribly dangerous. he could come to like this...]
... I told you it would be different, didn't I? [his voice is soft, eyes falling closed as fingers stroke through his hair. that's... nice. he has to admit - Childe is good. he'd broken him down, no matter how much Zhongli tried to fight.] I don't need that praise, you know.
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he doesn't fight the pull to be tucked in against Childe this time, either, taking comfort in the warmth of his body nearby. this is... dangerous, he thinks. exceedingly, terribly dangerous. he could come to like this...]
... I told you it would be different, didn't I? [his voice is soft, eyes falling closed as fingers stroke through his hair. that's... nice. he has to admit - Childe is good. he'd broken him down, no matter how much Zhongli tried to fight.] I don't need that praise, you know.