[Ajax, as Zhongli has come to know him, seems to have a peculiar way of expressing concern. The petulant whine and the immediate arms wrapped around Zhongli catch him off guard, and he can't help but wonder if the young man might be a bit tipsy. There's a certain playfulness to Ajax's actions, and Zhongli can't help but find it somewhat endearing. Despite the unexpectedness of the encounter, he chuckles lightly. The reference to cookies is such a cute thing to consider.]

My apologies for the unexpected meeting, [Zhongli replies, his golden eyes holding a glint of amusement. He seems slightly off, like he can hold himself together but yet not want to, and using Zhongli as a support instead. No scent of alcohol reaches him, but perhaps his nose is oversaturated with the perfume of the blooms he had held a few moments ago.] And as for bedtime, I assure you, I adhere to no strict schedule.

[Ajax's attempt to drag Zhongli away from the place they're at elicits a gentle questioning, however. Is Ajax headed somewhere? Is he feeling unsafe?] You seemed to be quite rushed. Is everything alright? [Zhongli's gaze meets Ajax's, searching for any hints of distress or urgency in the young man's eyes.]