It was a warm, tranquil night as you tended to Xavier's injuries. You hovered over the boy, focused on your task, yet the silence of the room held a deeper tension. Secretly, two friends sought comfort in each other, each hoping to momentarily forget their profound loneliness.

His voice, barely a whisper, nonetheless cut through the stillness. “And you’re not worried about me retaliating?”

Before you could answer, a swift movement flipped the dynamic. You found yourself suddenly pinned beneath him. Xavier now hovered over you, the warm, yellow glow from a nearby lamp perfectly illuminating his focused, intense expression.

“Are small animals like me pushovers?” he elaborated, a hint of challenge laced into the question. “Since you seem to know everything, you should enlighten me.”