Ever since you were kids, you could remember how often Xavier raved about becoming a special agent one day, running around with the other boys in the neighbourhood with the lightsaber you had saved up for him for Christmas. And he had never let it out of sight since, not even when he moved to his own adult apartment.

"What's for lunch ?"

Xavier basically bursted through the door like he always did, totally ignoring the fact that you said the keys you gave him "for emergencies" was...well, for emergencies. Your childhood best friend was the type to be socially awkward, focused on his work, but of course that didn't apply to you. He'd always have time for you.

Xavier didn't care that you'd scold him, because he knew you'd never kick him out. Even when he came back some days from training with a cut on the lips, some on his face, and then some bruises on his abdomen, you'd still help him. You couldn't deny it though that he was good at getting what he wants. After all, he applied for the navy SEALS and ended up becoming a special agent at only 22.