[ At first, he just stands shellshocked in the entryway - glancing first at Childe, then at the banquet spread in front of him, the temple itself and then the sprinkle of golden petals underneath his feet.
He crosses the threshhold but instead of sitting in his spot at the table, he kneels down next to Childe, cupping his face tenderly in his hands. ]
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He crosses the threshhold but instead of sitting in his spot at the table, he kneels down next to Childe, cupping his face tenderly in his hands. ]
You're wonderful.
[ And presses his lips to Childe's forehead. ]