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“There.” Klimt sat back, satisfied. “Right back where it belongs.”
Genshin couldn't help the faint smile that overtook him.
“Really, Klimt.” He stared down at his left hand. “How did you pull this off? Even I couldn't have remembered it down to this detail, and it sat on my hand every day.”
Klimt laughed at his amazement.
“What do you suppose, Genshin?” His answering smile carried a trace of mischievousness. Genshin considered putting off the question for another time. Klimt certainly had his ways.
For the moment, he reached for Klint's hand – bare, these days – and entwined their fingers. How entertaining it was, to see how Klimt still flushed pink when their skin touched while out in the public eye.
(On occasion, he had, once upon a time, amused himself by brushing his fingers over Klimt’s nape, between collar and coiffure, just to rile the man up. Some things never changed.)
His hand clutched in Klimt’s palm, on his ring finger glittered a large ruby, set with some silver metal that appeared as menacing as ever. Genshin would have to ask if he'd gone with stainless steel, or even titanium, this time around.
“You astound me, always,” said Genshin instead, and to his great pleasure, Klimt’s cheeks ran even darker.
“Ever the charmer, you are.” Klimt’s voice had gone husky.
“Have you told Barok? About– ...this?”
“Barok?” Klimt blinked, thrown off by the sudden change in topic. “Of course I have. He helped me with… never you mind.” Klimt cleared his throat, ignoring Genshin's raised eyebrow. “I plan on having one designed for him too. Seeing as I never-” Klimt choked up. Genshin squeezed his hand tightly. “– never had the chance to complete what I started. Will you...…?”
“Of course,” Genshin soothed, his fingertips gliding across the back of Klimt’s palm. “Whatever you need. You know how I still care for him. Even though he doesn't seem to tolerate my presence much these days…”
“Oh dear,” Klimt sighed. To Genshin's surprise, his head drooped, and came to rest on Genshin's shoulder. “That's not it at all, Genshin, I promise you. I'll have a word with him later, but he still–”
“I know,” Genshin murmured. He dropped a kiss onto the top of Klimt’s head. Klimt sighed again, and relaxed into him further. “I know. Don't fret, Klimt.”
They would sit outside for a while longer, enjoying the warm breeze that favoured Genshin even in this life. But for now, Genshin simply held Klimt close – a familiar weight returned to his left hand – and refused to focus on anything but his eternal gratitude for this return to normalcy, if it could be said to be so.