After Childe saved Scaramouche from Dottore’s lab, he took him to his own home, giving him a place to stay for the night.

Scaramouche was sitting inside the tub as Childe gently lathered his indigo hair, the warm water running down his body.

“How are you feeling?” Childe asked softly, the planes of the puppet’s body that he could see were littered with countless cracks.

Childe was being careful with his actions and words, as he did not want to make Scaramouche uncomfortable.