[He huffs, and takes his umbrella back out of his pocket. Once again, he opens it with a snap and holds it above their heads. It's drizzling, and he doesn't want Venti to get soaked even more than he already is.]
... It's fine. Neither of you were hurt in the end.
[Venti is... definitely not himself. And Zhongli isn't really the kind of person who can cheer people up, but he pops out his elbow anyway, to give Venti something to hold onto. Like they did at the bar last month.]
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... It's fine. Neither of you were hurt in the end.
[Venti is... definitely not himself. And Zhongli isn't really the kind of person who can cheer people up, but he pops out his elbow anyway, to give Venti something to hold onto. Like they did at the bar last month.]
This kind of weather begs for mulled wine.