You were seated in the living room, curled up in a blanket with a book in your hand to sort out your thoughts. You had stormed off after the argument between you and Childe got way too heated for you to endure further. You were glad that he was giving you space; he probably needed it as well. Until Childe quietly walked into the living room and approached you. You gripped the book harder, contemplating what to do if he spoke or came closer.