[ He looks up towards the shower, "Well, time to choose. Am I going to continue to be a burden to him? Or will I let him get some well-deserved rest?"

...

Quiet as he can, Diluc shifts to lay on the couch. Curled tight, face pressed into the cushion, body tilted so that his face is out of view, as he breathes as calm as he can. Mimicking sleep. ]