[ The moment hangs in the air. Centuries of doubt, of ignoring the beating of his heart when he teased Zhongli. The embarrassment when he drank too much and ruined that adoring look he'd have from the man every so often...

They go through it and have a clearing: for moments where things make sense.

They were wrapped up together and his breath forgets to leave him until he trembles at the touch.

He'll swear it was a chill from the cooled water still lingering behind. ]

You needn't do that... my legs are perfectly fine without them. [ Unless... he wonders: did Zhongli like them? ] ...What would I even borrow? I'd drown in anything your size!