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@[w] Kris There was really no good explanation as to why Yixing was up so late. He just was. He had these nights every now and then, these nights where he just couldn't sleep no matter what he did. During such a night, he usually just laid in bed, thinking over his patients who he was slightly concerned for or scolding himself for being such a failure and not even being able to sleep, afraid of waking his hall mates if he attempted to do anything other than that, but on rare occasions he would sneak out of bed - literally sneak as he was terrified of upsetting anyone if he made noise - and go out to the back of the house, deciding to enjoy the fresh air for a few hours, or until he felt like he could sleep again.

This night was one of those nights. He had been lying in bed for at least thirty minutes, mentally making out a plan of what he would do tomorrow, what places he would frequent. He decided to make tomorrow a day to spend with the patients classified as more dangerous. No other counselor really liked to do so, and so always being a team player, Yixing decided that he would take the stress off of having them fight over who would go, and just go himself. Had it not been for the fact that every counselor had to spend time with the patients at least twice a month, Yixing would probably volunteer everyday for that floor. After having his entire day planned out in his mind, Yixing just laid there boredly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt and making odd shapes with his hands as he kept his mind blank, a habit he had picked up, because he knew if he didn't he would start to think back; thinking back was horrible.

Definitely not able to stay still for too long as he felt a little restless tonight, Yixing had ultimately made the decision to get out of bed, and after some mental preparation, he finally gently tossed the blanket off of him, before making his bed once more and slowly walking out of his bedroom. Creeping through the house, Yixing immediately made his way toward his favorite place, though just as he got downstairs, he hopped at the sound of someone speaking. It was rare for another worker to be up so late as most took advantage of any sleeping time they could get. Not able to hold back, Yixing followed the sound of the voice, ending up outside the kitchen where he quietly stood listening to the stranger mumble to themselves.

Inwardly debating over what to do, Yixing finally just peeked around the corner before fully walking in to the kitchen, attempting to smooth out his messy brown hair so he would at least look presentable. Gaze resting on the source of the voice, Yixing was surprised to see that it was one of the therapists, if he remembered correctly, Kris. He had never interacted with the other directly, but from what he had seen he seemed to be a distant person, and from what he had heard from the other workers complaining, he was harsh and cold. However, having heard the other mumbling, Yixing figured he couldn't be too cold because anyone who was cold wouldn't have cared about what the other's said. Lips twitching up into a hesitant smile, Yixing took a step forward.

"Are you okay?"

@[w] zhang Yixing

Walking into the kitchen, it was probably well past ten at night, and well one could say he had a bad day at work today. One, the patients and the other some of the workers pissed him off. But not like he cared if they talked about him behind his back. Sure he was pretty used to it, but running his fingers through his dirty blonde as he mussed it up a bit while he dragged himself into the kitchen. Carefully he opened a few of the cabinets as he pulled out the tea bags and the tea kettle.

Yes, tea is what usually calmed him down.

It's not weird.

"You're too harsh on them." He mocked one of the workers who had told him that as he mumbled under his breath as he poured hot water into the kettle and turned the stove on high heat. "You're just a bully to them, whatever." He scoffed as he grabbed the honey and lemon.