[In his youth, he'd stop at nothing to see a smile on the face of someone he cared for, to dry their tears away and comfort them in times of need. He was generous, caring, compassionate, but all of that changed when Father died. Rather, it's as if that part of him was caged and locked away when the cruelties of reality smacked him full across the face.

He'd thought that part of him long since dead and buried, but holding Amber has made Diluc realize just how much he's missed contact like this. How long he's yearned for it. His lips twist, uncertain if it's the urge to speak that stirs him or something else entirely, his thoughts muddled. He almost doesn't hear Amber's response, lost in his own thoughts, but— right. Going home.]

Of course. I would rather see you with a smile on your lips than tears in your eyes. A smile suits you much better.

[He's slow to let Amber out of his embrace, but he does and straightens up to take the lead and guide her back towards his house. When they get there, Diluc glances at the coat rack and hums.]

Seems Kaeya is out at the moment causing problems elsewhere. Well then, please come in.

[Their home is tastefully decorated and rather large, a staircase leading to the second floor with two separate bedrooms. Before they head upstairs, he tips his chin towards the kitchen.]

Would you care for anything to eat or drink? Our fridge is well-stocked, so don't hesitate to make any requests.