( that breathing is not good for zhongli. not when he feels pale skin and a warm hand against his and pretty eyes looking back at him.

he ardently ignores the fact his soaking wet pants are a bit tighter. at least it’s not… terribly noticeable. )

I suppose that is also fine. While that uncertainty may have bothered me in the past, I’m not as worried, now. We have all the time in the world. ( to find the end of the adventure.

so he keeps his hand where it is; if venti isn’t budging, neither is he. )