[HE IS... he is... he may be post-friendshipped, but Childe can sense the evil-alignment resonance. This is why he got weirdly obsessed from the start.
That makes him laugh quietly.]
Not particularly. [He does like them, but he is also... evil... just because he's nicer than Scaramouche doesn't mean he's a good guy.
He's about to make some comment about the beach, but then Essek is being gay and moe and distracting, so whatever annoyingly playful comment he was about to make fades from his mind. Essek isn't the one one who can have complicated emotional squiggles, though they aren't anxious like Essek's are. Even so, they're probably recognizable to him, because... well. When you've chosen to be evil-aligned, you relinquish the idea that people will care for you, and despite how many little displays of affection and indulgence you might be shown, it's surprising every time.
It's gotten just a little easier to trust over the past two months, though. So even though there's that reflexive urge to shy away from the way it warms his chest to hear such a sweet sentiment, he doesn't deflect. Essek's own embarrassment helps a little too, honestly, because if he hadn't looked away, Childe probably would have. Instead he is free to stare for a minute.
Thoughtlessly--]
Can I-- [Wait no. He wanted space. Shakes his head slightly.] --sorry. Never mind. I'm glad you like it, despite the trip up here. [...] Do you want another drink?
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That makes him laugh quietly.]
Not particularly. [He does like them, but he is also... evil... just because he's nicer than Scaramouche doesn't mean he's a good guy.
He's about to make some comment about the beach, but then Essek is being gay and moe and distracting, so whatever annoyingly playful comment he was about to make fades from his mind. Essek isn't the one one who can have complicated emotional squiggles, though they aren't anxious like Essek's are. Even so, they're probably recognizable to him, because... well. When you've chosen to be evil-aligned, you relinquish the idea that people will care for you, and despite how many little displays of affection and indulgence you might be shown, it's surprising every time.
It's gotten just a little easier to trust over the past two months, though. So even though there's that reflexive urge to shy away from the way it warms his chest to hear such a sweet sentiment, he doesn't deflect. Essek's own embarrassment helps a little too, honestly, because if he hadn't looked away, Childe probably would have. Instead he is free to stare for a minute.
Thoughtlessly--]
Can I-- [Wait no. He wanted space. Shakes his head slightly.] --sorry. Never mind. I'm glad you like it, despite the trip up here. [...] Do you want another drink?