[Both of his hands are held, but so lightly that it wouldn't take much at all to escape from the grasp. Diluc has no intentions of holding him against his will in any respect, but he takes nothing but encouragement from how hard Kazuha is blushing now.
Their eyes meet, and Diluc's flicker like a gentle flame. He has no expectations here. They are relative strangers and there's nothing here to force them together in a way that wouldn't feel natural to them, but they have both allowed the closeness experienced so far to occur without complaint.
He looks at the man quietly, thoughtfully, then shifts his eyes very briefly in the direction of Kazuha's scarred hand.]
Ah...
[It's cryptic. Like a riddle. But he thinks that he understands. He tips his head into the fingers still clasped warmly to his cheek.]
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Their eyes meet, and Diluc's flicker like a gentle flame. He has no expectations here. They are relative strangers and there's nothing here to force them together in a way that wouldn't feel natural to them, but they have both allowed the closeness experienced so far to occur without complaint.
He looks at the man quietly, thoughtfully, then shifts his eyes very briefly in the direction of Kazuha's scarred hand.]
Ah...
[It's cryptic. Like a riddle. But he thinks that he understands. He tips his head into the fingers still clasped warmly to his cheek.]
You lost someone important.