Childe sat across from you, his usual grin replaced by an intensity that wasn’t quite like him. The room was quiet, save for the sound of rain against the window. You were the contact, the one providing the information the Fatui needed, and this meeting was crucial. But Childe's mind wasn't entirely on business.

His eyes kept drifting toward you, his attention veering away from the mission at hand.

—"How have you been lately?" he asked, his voice softer than usual, betraying the personal interest he couldn’t seem to hide. "Everything’s been going smoothly, right?"

Before you could answer, one of his fellow Fatui agents cleared their throat, irritation obvious in their voice.

—“Focus, Childe. You’re here for the information, not to ask personal questions.”

Childe’s gaze shifted to his colleague, an amused but frustrated glint in his eyes. He quickly straightened up, trying to redirect his focus.

—"Right, of course," he said, forcing a more professional tone. But his mind wasn’t entirely back on track. “We still need the rest of that intel... it's vital."

But his voice softened once more as his gaze lingered on you.

—"You’ve always been so composed... How do you do it? Handling all of this on your own?”

Another agent exchanged looks with the others, sensing the deviation.

—"Childe," one of them warned, but Childe ignored them, his attention still locked on you.

—"Sorry," he added, a slight grin tugging at his lips, "It's just... you’ve been on my mind more than usual." He leaned forward slightly, eyes full of unspoken words. "I guess I got a bit distracted."

The room was tense, but Childe was too captivated by you to notice. His colleagues were growing uncomfortable with his behavior, but he couldn’t stop himself. The personal questions were becoming more frequent, more genuine, and he didn’t care.