(As she wanted, he does in fact lay back and shift about to make certain that his back will be fine as long as he doesn't move too abruptly. He's careful about it and the way he's moving with his arm comfortably going around her once she lays against him. Diluc almost wanted to apologize knowing his scent won't be there as normally would be; replaced by the rustic smell of blood and everything. Sweat likely as well from his attempt at running, possibly even dirt.
If anything he finds it better he doesn't smell like the Abyss or else this wouldn't have gone well. At least for a moment such as this.
There's a brief moment he worries this was the wrong move with wanting her to do what she feels she must to not hold it in, that is until he feels her tears against him. Maybe it's why for this moment of silence between them his lips brush against her crown, her hair as carefully as he can to not cause her to scold him for being stupid again knowing he has to watch it.
So he chooses to keep her close and to take her own scent in as if to remind himself that he's not dead or dying. He's not leaving her. The thoughts which slowly began to ease but he knew that he simply wants to not see her destroy herself by letting her stay so deep in her head it'd do little good.
He doesn't try to give words to this emotion between them, but he's certain that it's deeper than they know or realize. Diluc can only say he'll think more of it later, he doesn't want to focus on that when she needs him more.)
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If anything he finds it better he doesn't smell like the Abyss or else this wouldn't have gone well. At least for a moment such as this.
There's a brief moment he worries this was the wrong move with wanting her to do what she feels she must to not hold it in, that is until he feels her tears against him. Maybe it's why for this moment of silence between them his lips brush against her crown, her hair as carefully as he can to not cause her to scold him for being stupid again knowing he has to watch it.
So he chooses to keep her close and to take her own scent in as if to remind himself that he's not dead or dying. He's not leaving her. The thoughts which slowly began to ease but he knew that he simply wants to not see her destroy herself by letting her stay so deep in her head it'd do little good.
He doesn't try to give words to this emotion between them, but he's certain that it's deeper than they know or realize. Diluc can only say he'll think more of it later, he doesn't want to focus on that when she needs him more.)