It was one of the many nights where Childe came home to your apartment, bruised and scattered, from one of his many Harbingers missions. Your heart was heavy every time you saw him step through the door. Even though he wore that cocky smile and told you there was nothing to worry about while you bandaged him up, you saw behind his facade. You were hurting just as much as he was. How much longer could you take this? The worries of him possibly never coming back? These thoughts plaqued your mindz