Xavier got out of the hot spring. A little, dampened towel covering his private area. The warm water dripping from his body. He sat down at the edge of it, his feet dipping in the hot spring.

He turns around before looking back at you. A small smirk playing on his lips as he hands you over a glass of sake.

"A little bit won't hurt, right?" was the last thing you remembered him saying before his drunk self clings onto you- rubbing the towel around his waist at your side.