[It's not until Thoma closes his mouth that Diluc fully registers that it's even hanging open, and he reacts by finally averting his gaze from Ori and clearing his throat. His face is burning, and likely the same color as his hair if had to guess. He's leaning into his instincts as best as he can, but the moment he stops and thinks about any of it things start to unravel. The same seems to be true of Ori, who is now hiding her face and apologizing.
He doesn't resist when Thoma guides him back to Ori's side, and once he's settled on the cushions he presses a soft, reassuring kiss to her temple.]
Thoma's right; you have nothing to be sorry for.
[Unsurprisingly, it's Thoma that nudges things back toward the sexual with his request of her. Diluc tries not to react too obviously, since the question isn't directed at him in the slightest, but the sharp intake of breath is indication enough that he quite likes the idea for her.]
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He doesn't resist when Thoma guides him back to Ori's side, and once he's settled on the cushions he presses a soft, reassuring kiss to her temple.]
Thoma's right; you have nothing to be sorry for.
[Unsurprisingly, it's Thoma that nudges things back toward the sexual with his request of her. Diluc tries not to react too obviously, since the question isn't directed at him in the slightest, but the sharp intake of breath is indication enough that he quite likes the idea for her.]