[ He resists, at first. Don't call me that, he nearly spits, but he bites back the words, though even he isn't sure the reason why. That nickname belongs to Kaeya only, the only one who has ever called him that, and hearing him call him that tonight was...deeply affecting, to say the least. Maybe it's just that he doesn't want to give Kaeya any more emotional outbursts from him, to demonstrate how far under his skin he's gotten.
His fist remains tightly wound, jaw clenched, as Kaeya tries to turn him around. He doesn't - not fully, anyway. Diluc doesn't want to face him right now. Maybe not ever again. How can he look him in the eye, knowing how close they came tonight, and how soon afterwards Kaeya was to return to his usual tricks?
He could really punch him in the teeth right now. ]
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His fist remains tightly wound, jaw clenched, as Kaeya tries to turn him around. He doesn't - not fully, anyway. Diluc doesn't want to face him right now. Maybe not ever again. How can he look him in the eye, knowing how close they came tonight, and how soon afterwards Kaeya was to return to his usual tricks?
He could really punch him in the teeth right now. ]
For what.
[ For what? ]