[there’s a moment that Dohalim takes to consider his options. On one hand, he wants Zhongli to rest comfortably with him. On the other hand, it’s just as he says: he’ll have to move. It’s a prospect he doesn’t really want to entertain but he really should; he’s already being selfish enough.
Though, he can’t help but let out a small grumble to himself as he slides off the deity, but not without slinging his arm around Zhongli’s waist and burrowing into his side. There really is no escape, even if Zhongli wanted to. Even with how warm he still is (and how miserable he feels now that he’s more aware of how sick he is again), he still wants Zhongli’s warmth against him, as a reminder that he’s here and real. He’s sure that the corruption will take that and twist it later, but for now, he’s content as he can be laying here curled up against him]
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Though, he can’t help but let out a small grumble to himself as he slides off the deity, but not without slinging his arm around Zhongli’s waist and burrowing into his side. There really is no escape, even if Zhongli wanted to. Even with how warm he still is (and how miserable he feels now that he’s more aware of how sick he is again), he still wants Zhongli’s warmth against him, as a reminder that he’s here and real. He’s sure that the corruption will take that and twist it later, but for now, he’s content as he can be laying here curled up against him]