[It says a lot that Diluc even considers how things could have been. Childe has many qualities that a version of Diluc who was unburdened by the weight of his past would have immediately liked. His own confidence would have been present, no doubt, but perhaps less cold. Less shrewd. He had smiled a lot more before his father died and there was a good reason he was still the most eligible bachelor in Mondstadt despite his often icy temperament.
The two of them lapse into silence and Diluc does not find it uncomfortable. He sips his tea, looking through the damp lines he had drawn on the window to the darkening street outside.
Then Childe jumps, bangs his knee on the table and curses, and Diluc flinches and sits bolt upright. His eyes flash in irritation that quickly slides into confusion when he realises that the jolt seems to have come out of nowhere. He keeps hold of his tea. Just in case.]
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The two of them lapse into silence and Diluc does not find it uncomfortable. He sips his tea, looking through the damp lines he had drawn on the window to the darkening street outside.
Then Childe jumps, bangs his knee on the table and curses, and Diluc flinches and sits bolt upright. His eyes flash in irritation that quickly slides into confusion when he realises that the jolt seems to have come out of nowhere. He keeps hold of his tea. Just in case.]
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