Diluc wakes before sunrise, as always. Old habits die hard.

He’s halfway through pulling on his coat when he notices something strange.

The guest room door across the hall is slightly open.

He frowns, walking over silently.

And there, curled up on the couch in the lounge with a blanket barely covering his legs, is Kaeya—snoring. Softly. Like a winded-out bird. There's even a wine glass still in his hand, now empty.

Diluc sighs before snapping his fingers,

"Wake up."