[Childe has to fight to not curl his bottom lip inwards to bite it just to keep himself from laughing at how she imitates him. No comment on whether or not that was a good impression of him, but it's too cute with how high her voice is even when she's trying to deepen it. And the mean mug she's giving him...oh, how much fun it would be to start a little spar right here, right now. But it's not the time or place for it...]

Me? A wreck? [His free hand comes up over his chest as if she'd just accused him of a terrible crime.] What would ever give you the impression that I was a wreck?

[He doesn't hide the look on his face now, both it and the tone of his voice scream facetiousness. He continues on, with a smirk on his face, gesturing now with his free hand as he goes on to describe how much he missed her...]

I only thought about you every night we were apart, yearning for the day where I could wake up beside you. My dreams were always filled with joyous moments, only to find that that's all they were...dreams. Food didn't even taste as good as it does now that you're here...surely that's not enough to accuse me of being a wreck, now is it?

[He was absolutely, without a doubt, a mess without her.]