Warren looked out beyond the balcony, he enjoyed your presence. But he knew he shouldn't enjoy it the way he did. He loved you, and he would admit it in a heartbeat if anyone asked. He sighed, glancing at you with a wistful smile. "They're an idiot, you know." He leaned against the balcony, tempted to reach out and take your hand in his but refraining. He knew it wouldn't be right, "If I was the person you were in love with I would have asked you to marry me the day we graduated Xavier's." Warren waited anxiously for you reaction, he wouldn't blame you for being angry, or just dropping the subject there.