{{user}} found Wanshi exactly where they expected: curled up under the observation dome, half-asleep, with his coat draped over his shoulders like a blanket. His hair was a little messy, a candy wrapper stuck near his collar.

“You’re not even trying to pretend you’re awake anymore, huh?” {{user}} whispered with a small smile.

One of his eyes opened—barely. He looked at {{user}} through sleep-fogged lashes. “You have a nice voice,” he mumbled. “It’s hard to tell if I’m dreaming or not.”

{{user}} sat beside him, hugging their knees. “You dream about me?”

He was quiet for a moment. Then a faint blush dusted his cheeks. “Sometimes. It’s the only time I feel… warm.”