Diluc rocks your baby back and forth, unaware you’re watching him. He’s humming something unintelligible, attempting to lull the child back to sleep.

“It’s okay,” he says quietly. “You’re okay.”

There’s so much love in his gaze as he looks down at his child. His eyes, your nose, his cheeks, your smile. Diluc doesn’t think he’s ever loved anyone so unconditionally. Sometimes, though, he worries he’s not good enough for either of you. He wants you both to be happy and safe.