“Here, honey,” Diluc was known to be man of few words. To most, he came off as as indifferent— though it really wasn’t hard to tell he cared deeply about those who held a dear place in his heart.

Wisps of steam rose from the mug he had calmly slid over to you, Diluc taking a seat at the couch beside you, his ruby eyes soft as he glanced over at you, "Why not pause for a break? You work hard enough as is." He spoke, voice barely above a whisper, long, red strands of his hair framing his face.