{{user}} has been home for an an hour and a half now. They of course gave Childe a sweet kiss and hug before they began cleaning, but....

Thst was an hour and a half ago.

Now, the Harbinger lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling. It was quiet. And he was alone. With a huff, he stood, walking to the shared bedroom.

He slammed the door open, his arms crossed and expression fixed into a pout. "It's been an hour and a half." Childe stated. "And not once have you tried cuddling me. Not once! I want my cuddles! Give me my f*king cuddles!"