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 Zhongli walked into Je Veux Mourir, a local bar that he frequented whenever he was in the mood. This time, he was in a pretty gloomy mood. And not the usual gloomy mood he was in but the type of mood you're in when, after taking a long run, you expect to drink some cold water but find the water to be warm instead. Or when you're playing a game and it starts lagging, causing you to lose and your teammates to get mad at you. Or when you finally feel confident about yourself, but people start putting you down and you go to sleep crying to yourself because you know you'll never be enough to fit their standards so you wonder why you should even try. That type of gloomy.

As he walked into the bar, he heard soft jazz music playing from the speakers. The place was nearly empty, and the only people remaining were either passed out or working. The atmosphere was calming, but not calming enough for Zhongli.

He sighed and sat down on a chair near the counter, where a bartender was currently experimenting with a few drinks. That bartender was Bill Cipher, who he didn't know personally but still talked to at times.

"Looks like you're back, Zhongli," Bill said, putting down his drink. "You want the usual?"

"Sure," Zhongli said, taking out his phone and scrolling through Twitter.

Oh. He thought. Looks like there was another robbery. Another garlic bread robbery? I understand robbing one store for garlic bread but 27? Isn't that going too far?

He was snapped out of his thoughts when his drink came sliding over to him. "Here you go," Bill said.

Zhongli reached for his knock-off Gucci bag he found on the streets but was intercepted by Bill, who took a hold of his hand.

Bill smiled and said, "Don't worry. It's on me. I can see you're in a bit of a... troublesome state right now so I don't want to make it any harder for you."

Zhongli paused. "Thanks."

"It's my pleasure."

A few minutes later, Zhongli's head was resting on Bill's lap and he was crying his eyes out.

"I can't take it anymore," He said to Bill, who was softly patting his head. "He'll never love me."

Bill smiled lightly at Zhongli, still patting his head. "And why are you so sure about that?"

"He's married to one of my best friends," Zhongli shouted, crying even harder. "I can't just do this to Childe, but I can't help but fall in love with Mike!"

"I understand that it can be hard for you, Zhongli. But you might still have a chance!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"You told me before that they've never lived together, am I correct?"

Zhongli nodded.

"Let me tell you something," Bill said, turning Zhongli's head to look at him. "I heard from a friend that people's worst sides come out when they become closer together."

"So...?"

"So if they've never lived together, they might have high expectations for each other and so when they start living together-"

Zhongli jumped up. "They might lose interest in each other! Bill, you're a genius! I should pay you for this."

Just as Zhongli was about to reach into his purse, he fell down, falling into Bill's arms.