Moonlight bled through the windows of Angel's Share, illuminating Diluc's enervated frame behind the bar, steady hands wiping away the wine-stained glasses with a cloth.

His fiery tresses had been long taken out of their hairtie, spilling down his shoulders.

The creak of the aged door being opened drew his attention, "We're closed." Diluc quickly spoke before looking up, tired eyes meeting the gaze of his lover.

"Sorry, honey. I didn't realize it was you. I thought it was another drunkard."