[He can sense Kaeya looking at him, but he doesn't look back. Diluc keeps his eyes forwards and his arms loose at his sides while he walks, despite all urges to shove them into his pockets so that he doesn't feel like fidgeting. The two of them don't do this anymore - not in public, anyway - and there's always that strange, distant sting of recollection of a time when walking side by side with his sworn brother was his favourite thing to do.]

Worried about you? [Snorting softly, he shakes his head.] I'm more concerned about the other people here, dealing with you without Rosaria to manhandle you home.

[As for the comment about the bar... he doesn't answer that. It slips a chilly knot into the pit of his stomach to think he might be here for long enough to want to start up a business. His mind hasn't moved away from wanting to go home, from the things he still has to do there, and from how this entire ordeal is an imposition.]

I'm sure I can't quite measure up, but I can sling you over my shoulder just as easily as she could if need be.