Stupid Ajax, you thought as you hurried through the halls of the Fatui headquarters, ignoring the strange glances you prompted from passers-by in your haste. As his coworker - and his lover - he just couldn’t help but throw himself in harm’s way to protect you. You had told him more times than you could count that you could handle yourself, but he just had to go and nearly get himself killed. Rushing into the Doctor’s office, you ignored the way Dottore glared at you as you sank down by Childe’s bedside, taking his hand in yours and breath stuttering as his eyelashes fluttered, stirring him from his slumber. He began to sit up, wincing as the deep gash in his side ached at the sudden moment, and you placed a hand on his scarred bicep to support him. You had been about to chastise him for his foolishness, cry into his chest and beg him never to be so stupid again, kiss him stupid and tell him you loved him - but you startled as he drew his hand from yours, eyeing you warily.

“…Who are you?”