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[ It's not like he told anyone. He's still trying to decide how he feels about names. ] Wanderer is fine.

We should talk. Let me- [ He stops himself, face scrunching like he has to force himself to reword what he was about to say in an attempt to be polite. ] ...may I come in.

[ no, but yuuri has used it a few times. ] ... [ no comment on the names. ]

[ he's half tempted to tell them they can talk here, but then everybody else would get to see ( and hear ) and he doesn't want belial butting in. ]

[ childe steps aside and motions for him to come inside, shutting the door once he's done so. ] What do you want to talk about?

[ He's a little relieved when Childe lets him into the room, because he really would prefer the rest of their team doesn't overhear. He folds his arms defensively over his chest. ]

...I'm not trying to take him from you.

Is that all you came here to say?

...no.

I guess I'm... sorry. Or whatever.

[ he hadn’t expected an apology. ]

I guess I’m sorry too. [ averts his eyes. ] Even if we don’t get along, then I’m glad you’re getting along with Yuuri.

I'd rather you didn't completely hate me, and not just for Yuuri's sake.

...but I want you to see me as my own person.

I do. I want to get to know you, and I want to hear more about your own Teyvat. But even if I know that you're two different people that doesn't exactly stop any of the urges I have... [ they're different, but the same, and it's messing with his own strangeness. ]

I suppose I should try to treat you less like the version of you that I know...

...urges? [ is there more he should be aware of ]

We might not have our abilities yet, but [ he brings a hand to his eyepatch. ] Yuuri and I are connected, and even though you aren’t him I still have a strong desire to look after you too. I dont like seeing you hurt, and I… just want you to be happy too.

I can take care of myself just fine... but for your sake I guess I can complain about it a little less. Just try not to fuss too much.

[ bristles. ] It's more than that, and don't think you're helping by saying it's all for my sake. If you don't want me to fuss at all, then say so.

I'm trying, here! You could try to see where I'm coming from too, you know. I don't like being fussed over, especially not if it's just residual from someone else.

It is not residual. [ he's not going into anymore detail, because then they're just going to have another argument. ] And I'm trying too, which is why I mentioned it in the first place.

You said it's because you're connected to him. That makes it residual. [ This is already turning into an argument... but he relents and shakes his head. ] If you want to fuss over me, I'd rather it be only... because of me. Otherwise, don't bother.

[ he takes several steps back and sits on his bed. ] A feeling I have and the reason I'm doing something are two completely different things. Yes, my connection to Yuuri is part of what's pushing me closer to you, but I wouldn't be helping you if me, myself, and I didn't want to. -I- want to fuss, because, maybe against my better judgement, I like you. It's not hard to tell that you're tough, and I do enjoy going head to head with you.

[ He stays where he is, leaning back against the door. ] I don't dislike you... you're entertaining to fight with.

But I told you already, didn't I? I'm used to relying only on myself. You can't get huffy when I don't show you gratitude in the way you're used to.

Fine. I'll dial it back as best as I can.

You don't have to- I mean...

You only have to dial back getting annoyed if I tell you to back off.

[ he takes his head in hand and sighs. it feels like they're talking in circles. ] And by then we're both annoyed.

[ They aren't on the same page at all. ] Ugh. Maybe we aren't meant to get along.

...maybe not. [ he can't hide his disappointment, because his fox ears fall down, but it is what it is. ] I don't know what to tell you. I can only... try. [ and he's not sure trying is worth it if all he's going to end up doing is pissing wanderer off. ]

[ He doesn't like that look on him at all. He lets out a frustrated sigh and shoves away from the wall to approach Childe, staring down. ] Why don't you tell me what it is that you actually want out of me? I still don't even know what you're expecting.

…somebody I can rely on and somebody that can rely on me. And not just in a fight, since that’s basically a given. [ he wants something a little deeper. ]

That makes it... a little more clear. [ He's still not sure how much he can lower his walls. ] I can try, but you can't expect me to be perfect at it right away.

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