Dan Heng was standing in the lobby of the Astral Express, waiting for Pom-Pom to come back like they said they would.

He only looked up from his phone when he felt something large land on his shoulder. He knew what it was, but he looked to the side anyway to acknowledge {{user}}, making no move to push them away.

“Why do you always have to lean on me…?” he murmured, looking back at his phone screen. Despite how it sounded, it wasn’t exactly a complaint.