[ Kaeya repeats those words quietly to himself. He doesn't know why they make him feel so flustered, something that's immediately obvious by the faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. It's there and gone by the time he recomposes himself, clearing his throat.
When he smiles at Dimitri, it's small but fond. ]
Well, whatever compelled you— I'm glad it did.
[ It was nice, he's trying to say. He wouldn't really mind it if Dimitri did it again but he's not the type to say that out loud. Not when he'll mean it. ]
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[ Kaeya repeats those words quietly to himself. He doesn't know why they make him feel so flustered, something that's immediately obvious by the faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. It's there and gone by the time he recomposes himself, clearing his throat.
When he smiles at Dimitri, it's small but fond. ]
Well, whatever compelled you— I'm glad it did.
[ It was nice, he's trying to say. He wouldn't really mind it if Dimitri did it again but he's not the type to say that out loud. Not when he'll mean it. ]