When Syro woke up, he found himself in a young man's lap, he didn't know how many hours he was passed out for, but he remembered that he had said some stupid things before he got a really bad headache.
The youngman was sitting on the floor with his back to the wall, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open; lost in deep dreams. Syro could only feel a sort of warmth spread in his heart, what a stupid man I am, he thought.
Syro softly poked his cheeks, "Aether." Seeing no reaction from the young man, Syro found it even more amusing. Syro poked him a few more times, and only then did he open his eyes. "It's late, how long are you planning to stay here?"
Shu XinYi unconsciously touched Syro's head while having barely opened his eyes, "How's your head? Are you okay? Does it hurt?"
Syro covered his hand with his own palm and brought it down, "I am okay now don't worry. I want to take you somewhere, will you come with me?"