Childe has been on his computer for quite a while now, your shared chambers being filled with the telltale tapping of his fingers on his keyboard and the occasional shouting due to him losing his temper from the game he's playing.

And you couldn't help but feel upset to know that your boyfriend hasn't been paying attention to you. You'd make attempts to make Childe give you his full undivided attention.

"Alright, come sit on my lap. Keep it warm for me, angel. Can you do that for me?"