It's true, you know? He hasn't felt the warm embrace of another's arms in years, convincing himself that he didn't need it, didn't miss it, that it simply wasn't for him anymore. Being here has taught Diluc what a fool he is on too many levels, feeling how warm and slight and comforting Amber's presence is when she's here in his arms.
His hug serves as a very potent reminder of his loneliness, and yes, he's spent too many nights waking to the bitter realization that he's been left alone, his father gone, with an ever-dwindling number of people he can trust... but his own feelings take a back seat to those of the woman in his arms.
Diluc is quick to catch on. When Amber pulls back just enough to avoid wetting his coat, Diluc gently guides her back into his hold. How long has it been since Amber has cried? How long has she needed to? It's instinctual, the way his hand rises to stroke through her hair, remembering how Adelaide and his father would handle him as a emotional boy prone to the occasional bout of tears. Diluc always did crave affection through physical touch, but he isn't the boy he used to be, is he? No, perhaps he still is somewhere deep down.]
You have nothing to apologize for. Let yourself feel what you're going to feel, Amber. I doubt you get many opportunities.
[Not with the Knights being what they are, not with Amber being the sort to put everything before her own feelings.]
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It's true, you know? He hasn't felt the warm embrace of another's arms in years, convincing himself that he didn't need it, didn't miss it, that it simply wasn't for him anymore. Being here has taught Diluc what a fool he is on too many levels, feeling how warm and slight and comforting Amber's presence is when she's here in his arms.
His hug serves as a very potent reminder of his loneliness, and yes, he's spent too many nights waking to the bitter realization that he's been left alone, his father gone, with an ever-dwindling number of people he can trust... but his own feelings take a back seat to those of the woman in his arms.
Diluc is quick to catch on. When Amber pulls back just enough to avoid wetting his coat, Diluc gently guides her back into his hold. How long has it been since Amber has cried? How long has she needed to? It's instinctual, the way his hand rises to stroke through her hair, remembering how Adelaide and his father would handle him as a emotional boy prone to the occasional bout of tears. Diluc always did crave affection through physical touch, but he isn't the boy he used to be, is he? No, perhaps he still is somewhere deep down.]
You have nothing to apologize for. Let yourself feel what you're going to feel, Amber. I doubt you get many opportunities.
[Not with the Knights being what they are, not with Amber being the sort to put everything before her own feelings.]