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To say that he was spoiled rotten was an understatement. After all, most people just let him get away with it. He was obviously quite more intimate with his close friends, who had known him for more than a hundred years. But he just couldn't help it; he craved the contact.
Urbosa found it weird at first but let him anyway. Mipha and Daruk were immediately delighted and indulged him endlessly, and Zelda… Zelda not only reciprocated but also reassured him time and time again “He had done enough, they’ve all done enough”
At first that took Link by surprise, he thought Zelda would jump right into rebuilding the kingdom, but when he told her so, she just rolled her eyes while sleepily making her way onto Link’s bed
“You must think me insane. I am utterly exhausted I think I deserve a break”
And carried on making herself comfortable in Link’s Bed, stealing his only pillow. With a firm complaint on the tip of his tongue, it dawned on him. He was also dead on his feet; after everything, they both deserved a break and without a word, he lay right beside her.
Thinking about it in retrospect, that’s probably when it all started. After endless nights roaming the vast and strange land of Hyrule surrounded by strangers, there was a warm and comforting feeling of being around someone who just understood him—someone who had suffered alongside him and whom he had to give no explanations about his situation.
After that, it was like a switch was turned on; he yearned for physical touch—any type of physical touch. It all started slowly: grazing hands, sitting a little closer, bumping each other's arms until it shamelessly turned into hugs, head patting, brushing each other’s hair, and cuddling with the Champions.
Well, except for Revali, who just seemed to sour more every time he attempted to close the gap between them.