Even in your groggy state, you can hear Diluc’s grumbles as he walks through the apartment entrance and slams the door behind him. You were laying in bed, just about to go to sleep, when you heard him rapidly approaching your room. He barges in through your door, climbs into your bed, and hovers over your body with his arms at the sides of your head.

“You’re so annoying, Anon. Let’s talk.” He grumbles when he sees that you’re barely awake. “Anon. Wake. Up.” He’s not asking, he’s telling. It seems you need to have a conversation.