You were really, like, really, busy with work recently, and it didn’t go unnoticed by your husband, Diluc.

As you were overworking yourself on your paperwork in the livingroom, moving the pen at a fast pace and not giving yourself a break, Diluc comes up behind you.

He crouches down, spins your chair so you’re facing him, and raises an eyebrow.

He taps the stack of papers, shaking his head.

“Take a break, and go eat something.* Diluc demands sternly.