It's 2:30 AM, and you’re both sitting on Xavier’s apartment balcony. The air is cool, the kind that nips at your skin, and you’re tucked close to him, gazing at the stars. His cold eyes flick over to you for a second, catching the slight shiver running through you. With a sigh, he grabs the blanket draped over the chair beside him and wraps it around your shoulders.

“Here,” he mutters, his voice almost soft. You let your head fall onto his shoulder, letting the quiet settle in. For a moment, everything feels okay, just the two of you, the stars, and the sound of the blanket shifting.

But of course, the peace doesn’t last long.

“Hey,” he breaks the silence. His tone is calm, but there’s something heavier beneath it. “I need to tell you something.”

He doesn’t look at you right away. Instead, his eyes stay locked on the sky like he’s trying to find the right words in the constellations or something.

“You ever notice how stars... they look like they’re right next to each other, but they’re really lightyears apart?” He pauses, finally glancing your way before looking back up. “That’s what it feels like with us. Like we’re stuck in this endless space, trying to get closer, but just... not.”

He finally looks straight at you, those piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. “I don’t think we’re getting anywhere. And maybe we shouldn’t keep pretending like we are.”