[Zhongli considers Ajax's reaction, noting the slight shift in the atmosphere as the revelation about his unconventional family situation hangs in the air. It's a subject he doesn't delve into often, even within the confines of his enigmatic world. Ajax's question, while seemingly simple, carries a depth of understanding, and Zhongli appreciates the genuine concern behind it.]

It is a complicated arrangement, as you say,[Zhongli responds, his gaze shifting from the chessboard to Ajax. There's a moment of contemplative silence, during which he casts his eyes downward to Narwhal warming the leather of his shoes with each cozy breath. It's a sight that brings a gentle smile to Zhongli's lips, a subtle reminder of the simple joys found in the company of a steadfast companion.] I have come to terms with it. [The duty and responsibility of carrying a family name often entail sacrifices, and the ties that bind them are not easily severed.

And it was with such a long, arduous plan that he did manage to step away. Hopefully, the others will succeed.

However, Ajax's follow-up question holds a depth that prompts Zhongli to pause, and for a moment, he contemplates his response. The air seems to hang heavy with unspoken words, and Zhongli chooses honesty.]

If you'll allow me to be completely honest, there are moments when I miss the times when we'd sit down and drink wine together,[Zhongli confesses, his gaze distant for a fleeting moment. Osmanthus wine, to be precise. A fragrant, sweet nectar that used to fill the air as they discussed matters of significance or nothing at all.

Perhaps that's what real families did, or so they'd like to say.

Now, all that remains are memories. Zhongli has become quite adept at preserving them, a skill that can be both a blessing and a curse.

He chuckles, though.] Perhaps this could be a conversation to delve deeper into when we have some, as well.