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Childe tries to vent to you

cw: sad.

It's been a really long day for you. The amount of people who asked you for meaningless favours, the bitchy people that came your way. You plopped down on your bed in your Serenitea Pot, sighing heavy, wanting to rest. There really was nothing else that could make it worse. At least, that is what you thought. A couple minutes later, a gentle knock was on your bedroom door. "Y/N?" Childe's voice softly spoke. "Can I come in..?" He asked. You sighed, but gave in, telling him he could. What could this Fatui want from you?

The door slowly creaked open, and in popped his head, his ginger hair seemingly a mess, eyes puffed red, his mask crooked. It looked like he had been crying? Sitting up, you faced him. "Ajax, is everything okay?" Your voice, though tired, was soft. He came over, and slumped down a seat beside you on the bed. With a simple shake no, he looked like he was ready to burst. "Y/N... I'm... I..." Childe stuttered over his words, unsure of how to even start. It was unlike him, to not find words to say. His usual bubbly, but also annoyance of a personality was something you are used to. So to see him like this was...

Shaking your head, you were too exhausted to deal with this. You already had your own shit to work through, and for the 11th harbinger to dump his on you was something you didn't want added. When he was about to speak, you put a hand up, stopping him. "Ajax, I'm sorry but I just... I can't listen to you right now. I'm not in a good headspace either myself." You explained to him. "Anything that troubles you right now, I'll probably say the wrong thing." Your gaze was on your lap, not looking to see his expression. It was silent for a moment, before you heard a sniffle. "Y-Yeah... yeah, no th-that's okay..! I'm just going to- leave. Yeah, hahaha. Sorry for bothering you, Y/N." Childe started to excuse himself, wiping his face and heading to the door so he could hide his tears from you. "Good.. goodnight, comrade." He whispered, voice cracking. Then he left, closing the door behind him.
The harbinger stood outside your room for a moment, trying to keep it together. But his chest hurt, his throat suffocated him, stinging from keeping in his sobs. He swallowed, hard, blinking as a few tears escaped. He then, rushed off to his own room, quickly slipping in and locking his door. Standing there for a moment, he couldn't keep it in anymore. Alone, he fell to the ground and started crying. Eyes in his gloved hands, palms pressing against them. His body shook from his cries, he choked on some tears, hiccuping. "I'm so... s-so- tired-... of this- th-this- this... this l..li-life." His cries became sobs, which then became wails for help. But no one came rushing over to help him. He had no one to talk to about his problems. Not even you.

He was truly alone.