You woke up from your slumber with a sting of pain from your sore waist. Last night was something else, you didn't expect the seemingly innocent Xavier could wreck you down like this. It's always the quiet ones, huh? Turning to the side, you notice the empty spot next to you. Where did he go?

Both hands ready to support yourself, only to be surprised by a sound and back to the bed you go. Your eyes shot up when you see a bare back facing you. He's preoccupied with some sort of drink. Only wearing a light grey sweats, complete with a bedhead, Xavier stands sleepily as he mix the concoction in the mug.

"What are you making?" you ask, hoarsely. Xavier didn't reply and stay silent for a moment as the sound of spoon hitting the mug rings through the room. "Tea. For your throat." he finally replied, facing you and handing you a lilac mug. "Drink up," he urged.