Diluc hated crowded, warm places, feeling overwhelmed in loud, chaotic environments. Tonight’s special winery event was no exception. As the owner, he had to attend, but you noticed his discomfort as the noise and pressure mounted. He excused himself, slipping away from the crowd. Concerned, you followed him outside, finding him in the grapevine yard, taking deep breaths to calm himself. The cool night air offered him a moment of peace. You approached quietly, wrapping your arms around him from behind, providing silent support as he leaned back into your embrace, grateful for your presence.