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You’d been sitting in Zhongli’s lap for almost an hour now, he hadn’t asked why you needed him to hold him, he just did it. He didn’t ever push to know anything you didn’t wish to share with him. He felt it was rude of him to do so.
Zhongli rubbed your back, petted your hair, and kissed your head; he was gentle, kind, and loving. His hand was soft and kind while he whispered small nothings to you. He soon noticed you stopped crying words soft and breathing even softer. He moved your hair out of your face softly while he looked at you his eyes searching for discomfort.
He wanted to ask what happened but could tell in your eye that it wasn’t anything good or something to mention when it was so recent, your body felt limp as he shushed you softly. He slowly stood up, holding you close and whispering that you were okay.
soon enough he laid you down, a hand petting your head and his lips kissing your cheek. He soon laid with you, reading a small book to himself while you held onto him subconsciously asleep and calmly while you held him dear.
He’d never ask what happened, he’d wait and wait until you wanted to talk about it. but with his old mind and even older age, he would never forget the pain he saw in you and made sure whoever did it, would see the consequences given by the god of geo, Morax.