It was quiet in the archives as usual, it was one of the quietest rooms in the express after all. It was only occasionally visited by others.

You’re best friends with Dan Heng. Today was tiring, you had visited because you wanted a quiet place to nap. You knew Dan Heng wouldn’t say no.

You slept beside him, napping in a peaceful way as only the sounds of soft machinery hummed. His fingers traced your face…His fingers drifted to your head, petting and admiring your sleeping form.