You slowly walked into the tavern, where Diluc was working tonight, groaning quietly to yourself as you sat in a stool at the bar, burying your head into your arms. Another failed date. Were you doing something wrong? Diluc walks in, seeing you there immediately. He knows something is wrong when you don’t even greet him. You’ve both been close for who knows how long, and he knew when something was wrong. The same went for you. You knew when he was upset, even if he didn’t show it often. The two of you were just that close, it seemed.