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to his infinite confusion, kaeya only blinks at him, before he turns away and starts muttering to himself. "okay, was gonna call jean, but shit, it's worse than i thought. we need the big guns—lisa it is." "...i like the sun." "shut the fuck up venti, your braincells are gone."

"well, venti," oh, he adores the way his name rolls between those lips, "i hope you're feeling better?" "yes," he says, without thinking. zhongli smiles at him and the world tilts. "that's amazing! alright, i will see you next week then?" "yes," he says, without thinking.

the older man gets lost in it, all professionalism swept away by the sheer power of listening to what he loves most. he's swaying to the rhythm, lips discreetly mumbling words foreign to venti that must be the lyrics, and closing his eyes in barely contained bliss at every peak.

... ah, shit. his silence makes the other's smile freeze. "venti," his friend starts, "please tell me you made another appointment." "i was busy running out of there before i pop a boner!" kaeya very slowly retracts the arm over venti's shoulders. "...i need another drink."

venti pokes her in the stomach to get her attention before he makes puppy dog eyes at her. "oh c'mon, you love us! did you already forget about how we bonded over exam seasons?" kaeya snorts out a laugh. "you were the best stress relief, venti. second to only diluc, of course."

"it's not my fault! the therapist you found, he was so—" the man trails off into a heart-wrenching wail, uncaring of how she blinks in surprise at his reactions. "...oh. was he bad? i'm sorry—" "no, it's not that!" venti laments, "it's just—he was so fucking /hot!/"

but he doesn't have time for questions like that, he thinks, taking out his notepad to record the session while the memory is still fresh, and prepares for the next appointment. the name kaedehara sparks recognition, and he can't help but smile. he's still got a busy day ahead.

"i'm lucky to have escaped the frilly scrunchie today, haha." venti chokes. "daughter. right. well, um, i'll see myself out, i'm sure you're busy!" he says quickly, picking up his backpack and giving azhdaha a final pat, "thank you for meeting with me, doctor!"

"are you..." venti whispers, his voice shaking, "are you dying, zhongli?" that snaps his husband out of his remorse. "what? no! why would you say such a thing?" "why else would you start talking like that!? you've never flat out pleaded anyone for anything before!"

zhongli grimaces, sitting down on the stool he's hovering over. "i would appreciate it if you could insult me less, barbatos." "tell me that again when you've stopped being dense. and i've told you many times, please don't call me that." "alright. as you wish."

"don't cry," he says finally, looking utterly lost, "i, ah, i was under the impression that the arrangement we had was fair to you. i was never...aware that you feel so strongly about this." venti wants to sob. "because you've never spent time with me, you big, stupid idiot."

"what the hell are you implying?" "are you cheating on me, barbatos?" oh, there's no fucking way he just said that. "there's no fucking way you just said that," venti breathes out, absolutely baffled. "me, the one who always stays at home and waiting on you like a good wife?"