[ diluc snatches his hand away, and kaeya misses his warmth immediately, like a little barb to the heart. there was once a time when they were so close that such a touch would be commonplace for them, there was once a time when they would share beds and lean on one another in the grass, and as they grew, kaeya only became more and more handsy. he'd been aloof as a child, wary and uncertain, but diluc coaxed him open like the sun turns the head of a flower, and kaeya had learned to touch.

now, it's all he knows. the only thing that keeps him sane. touching others, that connection, even if it's fleeting.. he needs it to feel like he's worth something, to remind himself that someone wants to be near him, if even only for one night. always only for one night. well, almost always.

nevertheless, his hand feels too empty, now. cold in the wake of diluc's heat. ]

One more will hardly make a difference!

[ he complains, and he's not entirely wrong. kaeya's tolerance is quite strong, one drink alone won't tip him over to tripping over his own two feet, but he already knows that his argument will fall onto deaf ears. diluc is an intensely stubborn man, and once he's made a decision he rarely budges on it, not even for kaeya. especially not for kaeya. ]

You're so cruel to me..

[ a heavy sigh, and kaeya leans his chin onto one hand, his eye flitting to follow diluc as he moves. thunder rumbles again in the distance, and kaeya muses to himself, studying the line of diluc's beautiful profile. he looks good, dressed like this. he looks good dressed in anything. ]

Allow me to help you clean up, at least, after keeping you late on my account.

[ he's already sliding out of his seat. ]