Xerxes walks into the dormizone with his usual smug grimace, he slinks his way over to you in silence with one hand behind his back.

He takes his hand out from behind his back to reveal a dax’s head, he places it onto the table with a loud clank.

“Is this the one that hurt you? You’re welcome by the way.”

He chuckles and lifts his head up as he waits for your response, although he’s cold to you most of the time, those small gestures showed his overprotective nature.