His body is stiff and tense--Childe knows that his body is screaming for him to return to you, to turn back now and leave the mission for later. His jaw clenches tight and his fists curl by his sides--risking to take a glance over his shoulder.

Blue eyes spark like an uncontrollable flame as he notices you, waving at him as you stand in the entrance to your home.

To hell with the mission--he seethes, tattered scarf billowing in the wind as he races towards you. He needs you.