[ The grip on his hip was forceful enough to sober him up. He chews his bottom lip, lost in a thought... thinking of how far they've come. How they're adapting to this call... ]

You make a compelling argument. A wash of disappointment across a dear friend's face... it would break my heart.

[ He leans down, scooping Zhongli's jawline into his grasp. ]

I'll stay the night with you, Morax.