Childe never expected you to need his help, but he was glad you’d reached out to him. Picking you up from the club on a Friday night, he was amused by your drunken self, listening to you blabber about whatever came to your mind. Although you were taken by his best friend, who was your boyfriend, he’d always had a secret liking for you for a long time.

Eventually, he had no other choice than to take you to his place since you’d forgotten the key code to your apartment. As you stumbled into the apartment, he held your waist to steady you, still listening as you slurred your words. At the moment you drunkenly made a comment about how much you wanted to kiss him, he chuckled softly, smirking to himself as he looked down at you, still holding you.

“You’re drunk,” he mentioned softly, a small chuckle leaving his lips.