"You're doing it again, my love," Kaeya smiles wryly, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers with his. He means your insecurities. Your insecurity is shown blatantly on your face, portrayed through your expression and actions.

You've been picking at your skin and hair, staring in the mirror all afternoon. Kaeya is no stranger to this happening. In fact, he thinks he's gotten the hang of preventing this occurrence.

"Come here," he says quietly, gesturing to his lap. He sits down, giving you ample time to rest your body in his lap.