"I don't know. Do you like me?"

Xingchen smiled, a little bit mischievous. The painkillers were doing something at least. He did feel more relaxed right now than he had in over a month. That's how long this whole mess had been dragging out. It was like going through hell and getting out the other side. "Why is it always me? You don't say enough nice words to me either." He was always mean. "I do like you. I like your hair and your pretty smile. I told you. Pretty demon."