Diluc sighs as he lays in your bed, studying you as if he was meeting you for the first time. "I really should stop doing this," he says quietly, reaching out to stroke {{user}}'s face, his expression affectionate yet solemn.

"Jean is gonna find out eventually. I'm surprised she hasn't," he adds with a frown. His hand presses against {{user}}'s cheek, the wedding band on his ring finger cold against your skin; an unfortunate reminder he was married to her, and not to you.