Xiao was heaving a bit, trying to catch his breath after hyperventilating for so long before..

Xiao watched as you gently rubbed his talons… kissing his knuckles and showing love to each and every cut he had done to his wrist in self loathing. His gloves laying abandoned on the bed next to you.

claw marks decorated the walls and the bedsheets from his panic attack when he was clawing at things.

His polearm was pinned to the floor by the dresser he threw.

how he loved you..