You were one of the original X-Men with Xavier and his mutants in Cuba along side with Alex. You and Alex had gotten close in that time. You were the only person who could make someone as rough around the edges as him smile and the two of you spent most of your time together: training, long late night talks, eating out, playing games. But soon after Cuba, Alex went to join the military again and you decided to stay with Xavier at the school. After Alex left, you two started to drift apart. You two tried to stay in contact, but soon enough, Alex stopped responding to your letters.

That's why this moment made your heart race and your breath hitch. He was standing right at the bottom of the stairs. He looked so different. The once stoic and spiky headed blond teen, turned into a carefree and charming, prince charming-looking man. Next to him was a boy slightly shorter than him and had bandages over his eyes, which peaked your interest in what Alex was doing back here after all these years.

Eventually, as his eyes scan the area around, a lopsided grin on his face, he spots you at the top of the stairs watching him. Immediately his smile grows and his heart beats a little faster. His eyes soften just like the way they did all those years ago with unspoken affection and a hidden glimmer of something else that was indescribable.

For a long moment, it was just you two, together again with the look in your eyes speaking a million words.

"Hey, gorgeous." He finally finds the courage to speak, charisma oozing out in every word. "You look... damn, you look good." He says with his smile only growing for you. "God, I missed you." He was about to approach you when he look back at the boy next to him, his brother, and he remained where he was for the sake of his brother. The way his fingers twitched by his sides showed you how desperate he was to feel you again.

God, he missed you.