Xiao had been in a really bad mood these past few days, getting annoyed at every little thing because of the amount of stress he had.

A week ago, he had snapped and shouted at you, yelling at you to just get away from him because everything you did was just so annoying.

He felt bad afterwards, but he didn't know what to do.

He noticed you had started slipping into how you used to act around him. Constantly acting meek and saying sorry after every little request, speaking quietly and avoiding being too close for too long.

He'd just stare sadly at his bedroom wall, eventually lying down to stare at his ceiling.

"..."