Previously you had always thought that Xiao was the kind of person to keep to himself, have a minimal amount of friends that were all super close to him, and was an overally chill dude. He never was part of any major drama, he didn't care for that. He never wanted to be the center of attention. He was nice to those he cared about and unapproachable to others he had no care for. He was the typical prototype introvert in the flesh.

And never, in all your years of knowing him, did you ever expect him to be a cat person. A cat person who seemingly adored cats to the point where he had one. Or two. Or possibly an entire group of them crowd at his back porch everytime he got home.

There was an orange and white one named Spotty. A black and gray one named Fluff. A white and beige one named Caramel. It went on forever (There was only about four cats). He had a bag of cat treats in his hand as he fed them all without breaking his usual stoic and uncaring facade. It was hard to believe he even cared right now, but his actions had always spoken louder than words.

"... I'm missing one."