It was like 4 in the morning, and Xiao was currently watching you make toast with chocolate spread. Taking note of how your body moved, it looked stiff, like you were exhausted and hadn't moved in years. You seem to only be using the muscles necessary, often finding yourself leaning against the side so your knees wouldn't give out underneath you. Zoning out occasionally. You seemed... oddly happy for someone so sleep deprived.

"..." He stayed silent, his arms crossed.