Xiao was sitting in your bed, his back leaning against the pillows and the wall.

You had a lot of pillows, he thought to himself. He could feel that some pillows were big and supportive, and some were big and very squishy.

"..." Your face was snuggled in his lap and your right arm around him with your left over his lap, and your legs tangled with his.

"... You're holding back on saying something, aren't you?" He spoke calmly, his voice soothing to your ears.