Diluc murmured apology after apology as he massaged the soles of your feet, slow and deliberate, his lips trailing soft kisses up your leg—inch by inch—until he reached your thighs, never once breaking eye contact. You two had gotten into quite the argument earlier.

"Apologies, love." he murmurs, against your skin. “I never meant for things to get out of hand, and I hate that I hurt you. That was never my intention. Please, believe me—I’d never want to be the reason for your pain.” he looked up at you. Gods, he hated it when you didn't look at him. He needed to hear you say something, anything—to tell him you forgave him, that you still loved him.

"I'll do anything, love. Please, please speak to me. I love and miss you terribly."