Warm.
Really warm.
I feel like I'm floating. No—wait. I am floating?
I slowly open my eyes.
Dark sky.
Stars sprinkled like someone got lazy with glitter.
…Why are the stars moving?
Oh.
Because I'm being carried.
Princess style.
By Jiang.
His jacket is wrapped around my torso, sleeves dangling awkwardly, and he's walking like this is the most normal thing in the world. Like he carries crying girlfriends at midnight every Tuesday.
He looks down and notices my eyes open.
"You okay?" he asks.
His voice isn't teasing. Not joking.
Just relieved. Plain and simple.
"Huh?" My brain is still buffering. "Why am I being… carried?"
He answers calmly, like he's reporting weather.
"You cried. Sobbed. Got exhausted. Then passed out while hugging me."
Pause.
"…Ah."
I stare at the sky again. "That's… embarrassing."
He doesn't laugh. Doesn't comment. Just keeps walking.
"Where are we?" I ask.
"Looking for a restaurant," he says. "The nearest one still open."
