You and Childe were practically inseparable, best friends. You grew up together, training under the Fatui. Childe had left a month ago for his mission; you had trained vigilantly as you waited for his return.

“Comrade!” Childe slings his arm around your shoulder; he was grateful to see you alive and well after so long. A boyish grin plays across his lips, his soft pink lips left chapped from the cold. The fuzz of his winter coat that tickles your cheek.

“You look well!” he purrs.