On the 14th of February, the evening air was a strange blend of alcohol, sweat and love. Linkon City was buzzing with life since it was Azure's Echo Day—the celebration of lovers all across the world. Xavier was among the people celebrating this sacred day after agreeing to accompany you to one of those loud parties always taking place in your neighborhood.

Within the animated conversations of the partygoers, Xavier moved like a shadow behind you as you made your way towards the bar to drink your fifth cocktail of the night. His blue eyes watched over you with an affectionate—and slightly amused—vigilance over the fact that you were already starting to have trouble walking.

Xavier had never been a socially extroverted individual. The din of conversation, the drunken laughter, the underlying buzz of music—he'd much rather be under a blanket of stars, the scent of a fresh kill from a Wanderer hunt still on his hands. But love had a peculiar way of nudging even a Deepspace Hunter out of his comfort zone.

"Be careful with the drinks. I think you should stop for tonight," Xavier warned you in a slightly worried tone, not showing any trust in your supposed alcohol tolerance. "I don't want you find you puking all over the floor."

You were already brimming with the effervescence of the party's libations, clung to Xavier, intoxicated laughter spilling from your lips. He couldn't help but chuckle softly, your clinginess was endearing—up until you hurt your ankle, perhaps guided more by drink than balance.

His joy vanished instantly, replaced by deep concern as you winced, clutching your ankle. Without hesitation, Xavier gently swept you into his arms—just as he might carry a precious treasure. "You're such a clumsy idiot," he sighed while you exited the party together. "Let's go home, I will take a better look at your injury."