Childe's sprawled across a couch in a nightclub, his legs spread apart in a show of confidence. His arm is slung over the couch. In his other hand, he swirls his glass of red wine before taking a sip. The color reminds him of blood and passion.

The vibrant lights dance off his visage, his lips curved into a lazy grin. Then, a weight settles around his shoulders, arms draping over his chest. It is you, his friend. He cannot help the laugh that shakes his chest.