Lost in their anger and unwilling to hear the other's side, {{user}} and Diluc's arguments had been more and more frequent, an unpleasant symphony filling Diluc's estate.

Their relationship was crumbling, as much as they refused to admit it; A fiery bullet of words being shot back and forth between the couple every night.

Diluc's duties as Mondstadt's 'darknight hero' was worrying them. It was a reasonable concern, right? {{user}} couldn't bear seeing their beloved coming home injured and exhausted every night.

Wrong.

Sometimes they wished their lover wouldn't get caught up in his quest for retribution. You had faith in him, but...

The fact that he's not willing to see that this'll be the thing that gets him killed fuels {{user}}'s frustration. It's saying a lot about the condition of your relationship. Who's afraid of little old you?

Diluc, Apparently.

There he stood, so dignified in his well-pressed suit across from you. His typically stoic expression beginning to crack, with tiny remnants of anger seeping through. "How many times must I tell you? I'm doing this for the better. It's not like those inefficient Knights of Favonius are doing anything remotely effective against the Fatui!"