[Zhongli scoffs, but leaves it at that. Fingers curl around strands of his hair and he allows it - for the moment, it's relatively harmless. It certainly isn't hurting his temperature having him relatively nearby.
On the subject of heat, Childe isn't entirely wrong. It's not the coldest place to be, even still damp as he is, but it's not pleasant. Goosebumps rise on skin and the last dregs of dampness cling to him like a jealous lover, in ways the sheer fabric nearly fails to do so.
His fingers are even cold to the touch when Childe grasps his hand, and he hesitates a moment on the way to the bed.]
I imagine you will quite graciously keep me warm, if I simply accept?
[He would, of course, rather not. Childe may have kept his hands to himself before, but over the night and onward? That's harder to say. If he's honest, he wishes the harbinger would just be overt about it - not knowing when to expect it leaves his already exhausted body still on high alert.
At first, at least, he's not willing to take the offered kindness at all, simply sitting at the edge of the bed. Maybe, he thinks, he'd rather use the chaise lounge. Anywhere but near this... man. Perhaps that's a little childish, but he's exhausted enough to be petty for once.]
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[Zhongli scoffs, but leaves it at that. Fingers curl around strands of his hair and he allows it - for the moment, it's relatively harmless. It certainly isn't hurting his temperature having him relatively nearby.
On the subject of heat, Childe isn't entirely wrong. It's not the coldest place to be, even still damp as he is, but it's not pleasant. Goosebumps rise on skin and the last dregs of dampness cling to him like a jealous lover, in ways the sheer fabric nearly fails to do so.
His fingers are even cold to the touch when Childe grasps his hand, and he hesitates a moment on the way to the bed.]
I imagine you will quite graciously keep me warm, if I simply accept?
[He would, of course, rather not. Childe may have kept his hands to himself before, but over the night and onward? That's harder to say. If he's honest, he wishes the harbinger would just be overt about it - not knowing when to expect it leaves his already exhausted body still on high alert.
At first, at least, he's not willing to take the offered kindness at all, simply sitting at the edge of the bed. Maybe, he thinks, he'd rather use the chaise lounge. Anywhere but near this... man. Perhaps that's a little childish, but he's exhausted enough to be petty for once.]