[The touch on his lapel sends a shiver through him, a mixture of surprise and delight. His chest tightens with the unexpected intimacy, his breath catching in his throat. The sensation is both foreign and thrilling, and he finds himself leaning slightly into the touch, savoring the closeness.

When Ajax finally permits him to open his eyes, Zhongli does so slowly, his gaze immediately drawn to the sight before him. Ajax stands there, his head bowed slightly, the copper strands of his hair catching the sunlight. Zhongli's first instinct isn't to check what has been placed on his lapel, but to reach out and gently muss Ajax's hair, his fingers threading through the soft strands with a fondness that surprises even him.]

Thank you, Ajax, [Zhongli says, his voice warm and sincere. He finally looks down at his lapel, his eyes widening at the sight of the beautiful bloom pinned there. The red and white flower is exquisite.]

This is beautiful, [he murmurs, his fingers lightly caressing the petals. His eyes soften as he looks back at Ajax, a smile playing on his lips.] You've outdone yourself.

[There is a moment of silence as Zhongli admires the flower, his heart swelling with gratitude and affection. But then, a pang of guilt washes over him, and his smile falters slightly.]

I'm afraid I didn't bring anything to offer you in return. I didn't think to bring a gift.