[He doesn't answer immediately because he isn't sure. Diluc looks at the ceiling, stroking through Kaeya's hair as if using it as a comfort for himself, then he sighs.]

I think... what happened with those flowers is bothering me more than I thought.

[The idea of almost losing him, of coming home that night to find him unconscious or worse on the kitchen floor, choking on flower petals... He hates it, but it's dug its way into his head.]

It--... It scared me. To know what might have happened, and I wasn't here.