[as Zhongli rejoins him back on the bed, Dohalim scooches over to give him more room before taking his cup. he inhales deeply, taking in the earthy notes of the tea blend, as well as the soft floral hints of the flowers.
Dohalim leans against Zhongli, resting his head on the other's shoulder as he waits for the tea to cool down; there is one crucial thing that's missing that he's grown accustomed to having. a certain weight and warmth wrapped around him, to serve as a comfort as he lulls himself to sleep, and as a reminder that Zhongli is still with him when he's jolted awake]
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Dohalim leans against Zhongli, resting his head on the other's shoulder as he waits for the tea to cool down; there is one crucial thing that's missing that he's grown accustomed to having. a certain weight and warmth wrapped around him, to serve as a comfort as he lulls himself to sleep, and as a reminder that Zhongli is still with him when he's jolted awake]
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