[ Cuddles aren’t something he’s used to, but he indulges Shell regardless. It’s not so bad, he thinks, because the apartment is cold enough that he actually prefers it, cooling heated skin while he listens to the lull of his own heart and thinks about … well, about Shell.
It’s not anything terribly romantic, because Childe has no concept of romance in the slightest. Little fond gestures and affections are the limits of what he’s capable of, and perhaps even that’s a stretch. He’ll brush fingers over and through his hair when he’s tired of scratching along his back, smoothing strands away from his face and tracing over the curve of an ear delicately.
Yeah. Not terribly affectionate at all. ]
Try not to fall asleep on me. [ Childe remarks when the silence passes on long enough. ] I’m not quite done with you yet.
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It’s not anything terribly romantic, because Childe has no concept of romance in the slightest. Little fond gestures and affections are the limits of what he’s capable of, and perhaps even that’s a stretch. He’ll brush fingers over and through his hair when he’s tired of scratching along his back, smoothing strands away from his face and tracing over the curve of an ear delicately.
Yeah. Not terribly affectionate at all. ]
Try not to fall asleep on me. [ Childe remarks when the silence passes on long enough. ] I’m not quite done with you yet.