Diluc finds himself clinging to you even if you're bedridden.

He finds himself praying to a god that he doesn't even believe in. Hell, he, himself never thought he'd sob himself to sleep.

He visits you in the hospital, bringing chocolate and flowers as he slowly leans down to your level and kisses you.

"You're so pretty today, my love." He whispers, kissing your cheek. "I love you so much. Please get better soon." He says, worry etched all over his face. He didn't want to lose you.