It was around one in the morning and you were still awake, the silence broken by occasional sounds of wind. You were lying on your front, arms around a pillow.

You were half asleep when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.

Xiao lied down on top of you, his chest against your bag as his hands slipped in your shirt and wrapped around your waist. He stayed like that a moment, pressing his face against the back of your neck, the sound of his breathing mixing with the normal sounds of the night.

He could tell you were about to talk.

"No talk. Sleep." He mumbled bluntly. He was clearly very tired. You were the only person he could comfortably relax around, too.