"Do you think we'd still be together in another universe?" You mused aloud, running a hand through Xiao's hair, fingers catching and unthreading small knots. Eyes focused on the ceiling.
He paused for a moment, as if considering it, before shaking his head exasperatedly and pushing it further against your chest. Voice muffled by your warm skin.
"Go to bed."
The night air settled, with a single huff escaping your lips. That wasn't a good enough answer from him, certainly not for your standards—and it wouldn't deter you.
"But like, what if we're already married with 5 kids." He shifted in the sheets, hooking a leg with yours as you spoke. Trying to get closer, but heavily reconsidering after you kept talking. His brows knitted together in a mix of exhaustion and resignation. Clearly, he was too tired for your midnight hypotheticals.
"Let's be real, it'd be cats. Not kids–"
"Go. To. Bed."
Xiao's words were muttered more roughly, faux-frustration slipping through his tone as he squeezed his strong arms around you once for emphasis. His grip slowly went slack again, melting into you with a sigh. A brief moment of silence slipped by, interrupted only by the wind whistling at the window, and the rustling of clothes as he tried to push closer.
...
"...Wait, you want to get married?"