[diluc has worn worse than just too-tight clothing, honestly, so he's not worried in the slightest. he simply wants to be clean and no longer indecent. though... he's not sure if he's likely to get any coverage with kaeya's clothing, anything will be better than what he's wearing now. which is nothing.]

It's fine. I ought to thank you for your assistance.

[diluc's eyes flick over to kaeya, paying careful attention. but- well, instead of explaining all that's happened, he asks is diluc has any questions. typical kaeya, not revealing anything about himself at all. even to diluc. he supposes he has no one to blame but himself, because the last time kaeya tried to tell him about himself... diluc looks away, feeling some kind of way (guilt? shame?)

at least they're actually talking, now. now that they're both stripped of their pretenses. kaeya may still be cautious with what he says, but he is no longer prodding at the beast that is diluc and looking for a reaction.

he's about to ask a question when they enter kaeya's space and he sees... nothing. no decorations, no quirky furniture. just a plain house with just the basics. the only decoration as far as he can see is some blue flowers, but that's it. it's been a year, hasn't it?]

Have you only been living here recently? [a deep frown.] It's barely furnished. [he wanders over to the flowers, inspecting them. he wonders about the significance of these, considering these are the only decoration in sight. the only sign that anyone at all even lives here.]