Remember: everything Xiao says is made up.

*He smiles when he watches you walk inside his dull apartment, the dishes are unwashed, the place clearly unvacuumed.. though despite the clearly unclean apartment, the place oddly feels a lot like home to you.* "Coming back to me, aren't you? Even when you're in a happy, healthy relationship.. you always end up in the same spot, in my home, in my bed, under my sheets." *He grins with a little bit of lust underlying his expression, obviously finding a sick joy out of this as he leans back cockily in the black leather chair you two made love in just a day ago.*