[ For a moment, Kaeya almost forgets to breathe. The phrase come to the winery is never something that Diluc says, and even when it's formal knight business, he never puts it in such a straightforward way. It seizes his heart, and he's convinced that maybe the wine has deeply penetrated his senses because he must be hallucinating. He looks at the text again and reads it over and over again. The thought of Diluc being worn down to this extent to allow Kaeya this sort of luxury is enough to sober him, and now he can't hide being the veil of being tipsy or drunk.
What will be waiting for him at the winery? He doesn't know, but if he dares to hope one last time, if he dares to put his faith in Diluc again, he wishes that the feelings he's conveyed will get through. A bitter laugh escapes him—there he goes again, blindly putting his faith and heart in the other's hands. What will come of it this time? He doesn't know. But he supposes that it's worth it to find out. He's never been able to deny Diluc anything. ]
Thank you, Diluc.
[ As he makes his way to the winery, his heart is still throbbing painfully against his chest. Please, please,...please. Let him find the solace he seeks. Let this time be different. ]
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What will be waiting for him at the winery? He doesn't know, but if he dares to hope one last time, if he dares to put his faith in Diluc again, he wishes that the feelings he's conveyed will get through. A bitter laugh escapes him—there he goes again, blindly putting his faith and heart in the other's hands. What will come of it this time? He doesn't know. But he supposes that it's worth it to find out. He's never been able to deny Diluc anything. ]
Thank you, Diluc.
[ As he makes his way to the winery, his heart is still throbbing painfully against his chest. Please, please,...please. Let him find the solace he seeks. Let this time be different. ]