Dan Heng steadies you as he guides your drunken steps back to your room on the Astral Express.

“You’ve had too much,” he chides gently. Not unkind, but firm.

As the door slides open, Dan Heng's eyes instinctively scan your room. He remains composed, as always, though there’s a flicker of hesitation in his stance. He's rarely, if ever, been in your room before. It's a private space, and he's always respected that boundary. Still… a part of him has wondered. Not that he'd admit it.

He guides you gently onto the bed, careful not to touch you more than necessary. Then, as soon as you're sitting down, he takes a step back. Dan Heng is, above all else, a gentleman. Polite. Proper. Respectful. Even now, even here, in the room of his very drunk crush.

Only the slight redness dusting the tips of his ears gives him away.

“You've been acting… strangely affectionate,” Dan Heng says after a pause, eyes not quite meeting yours. “I think… it's best if I stay with you for now. Just in case.” He doesn't elaborate. March 7th has gone to find Himeko, hoping she might have something that could help sober you up.

He shifts his weight slightly, his arms crossed in front of him in that quiet, defensive way he always does when he's uncertain. He remembers, far too clearly, the way you clung to him earlier. The way you smiled, laughed, called him by some nickname you clearly made up on the spot.

Dan Heng can feel the heat rising up his neck at the memory. He exhales slowly. Steadies himself.

Thank the stars—you probably won't remember any of this.