[Ever alert to his surroundings, he makes sure that they weren't being eavesdropped on before he relaxes himself, the tension in his shoulders slowly beginning to seep out now that he has Yoimiya in his arms. Though she sits melancholy in his loving embrace, it's her presence alone that helps him calm himself from what could of been a bad situation back there. Tartaglia presses a small kiss to the top of her head, breathing out a small, quiet sigh before letting his head crane down to rest against her own.]

Sometimes it's simply a cruel twist of fate that brings misfortune onto others like this. I know he did a lot for you, and I'm thankful to him for making your path an easier one, but...

[Not everything is as it seems, are the unspoken words, a message he doesn't want to convey to her. She has such a good view of the guy, he doesn't want to ruin that image for her. She can't know about what was really happening behind the scenes.]

...don't try to worry about it too much. We still don't know if this was just an accident. People are throwing the word murder around like they've already figured out what's going on. I know it'll be difficult, but try to keep your chin up. This has all been quite the shock, and it would be better if you take some time to rest.

[He squeezes her again, doing his best to put a smile on his face for her as some kind of reassurance. Inside, he hates seeing her like this, vowing that he'll do everything he can to get her mind off of the death of her manager as much as he can. Childe's thankful that they weren't close, or this would have been even worse than it is now. He'll at least do what he can to comfort her until this all finally blows over. They'll eventually figure out it was murder....but they won't find who did it, again.

Just like every single target he's taken out so far.]

I love you. When we get home, I'll make you a nice lunch and we'll relax the rest of the day, okay?