[And then Reim slept for a hundred years... No, it takes him only a handful of minutes to come to, and credit him this: he doesn't, like, jolt abruptly awake or anything particularly sudden. He is simply out cold and then he is not, squinting up at Kaeya's face for a moment before he shuts his eyes again with a vague sort of grumble and gingerly lifts a hand to rub at his face. It turns out using all of your alien rock magic at once is terrible, this grumble means, and he feels, hmm, just as terrible as "all the magic at once" might suggest.
Not, perhaps, as terrible as he could; if he had to put it to numbers, he's a fraction better now than he was in the moment before he passed out, and objectively he knows this is thanks to Kaeya, ah... doing this. Sitting with him, specifically touching him with remarkably cool fingers (and if his head didn't hurt, he would pursue that question, but forget it for now), not just dumping him on the floor in the first place... hmm.
Well, he isn't going anywhere, he supposes. Mortifying as it is to full on pass out like that, who is he to look a gift horse in the mouth... He can't even see the gift horse because some other punk who is definitely not the one kindly cradling his head like this took his glasses! How strange!]
Thank you, [he says eventually, and then as he moves his hand away to squint up at Kaeya again, which frankly does nothing at all for his vision, but look at him doing it,] Ask me again another time, when I'm better prepared...
[Bunny pride is on the line. Now then, if he doesn't think about lying on the grimy ground, this is... comfortable? He's passed out in worse places, he supposes, and since he is so very drained, it's perfectly understandable that he should simply... shut his eyes, and... just quietly recover.
Hmm. Yes. If this gazebo were at all popular with other parkgoers, he'd have already tried to shuffle home in his useless husk state, so this is a plus. Wild that he's learning so much more about Kaeya from passing out irresponsibly than he did in normal conversation? But he'll remember this.
After a moment, though, he does lift his hand again, palm up. One grievous wrong must be righted.]
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Not, perhaps, as terrible as he could; if he had to put it to numbers, he's a fraction better now than he was in the moment before he passed out, and objectively he knows this is thanks to Kaeya, ah... doing this. Sitting with him, specifically touching him with remarkably cool fingers (and if his head didn't hurt, he would pursue that question, but forget it for now), not just dumping him on the floor in the first place... hmm.
Well, he isn't going anywhere, he supposes. Mortifying as it is to full on pass out like that, who is he to look a gift horse in the mouth... He can't even see the gift horse because some other punk who is definitely not the one kindly cradling his head like this took his glasses! How strange!]
Thank you, [he says eventually, and then as he moves his hand away to squint up at Kaeya again, which frankly does nothing at all for his vision, but look at him doing it,] Ask me again another time, when I'm better prepared...
[Bunny pride is on the line. Now then, if he doesn't think about lying on the grimy ground, this is... comfortable? He's passed out in worse places, he supposes, and since he is so very drained, it's perfectly understandable that he should simply... shut his eyes, and... just quietly recover.
Hmm. Yes. If this gazebo were at all popular with other parkgoers, he'd have already tried to shuffle home in his useless husk state, so this is a plus. Wild that he's learning so much more about Kaeya from passing out irresponsibly than he did in normal conversation? But he'll remember this.
After a moment, though, he does lift his hand again, palm up. One grievous wrong must be righted.]
Give me back my glasses.