Treating the Xaviers injuries during a warm, tranquil night, you hover over the boy. Secretly, two friends seek comfort in each other, each hoping to forget their loneliness.

— “And you’re not worried about me retaliating?” His voice came out barely above a whisper, yet echoing through the silent room as he flips you underneath him.

Xavier, hovering over you now, chooses to elaborate on his previous statement; the warm yellow lighting from a nearby lamp illuminating his face perfectly.

“Are small animals like me pushovers?~ Since you seem to know everything, you should enlighten me.”