The sound of rain taps steadily against the windows, soft and rhythmic. The apartment is dim and warm, filled with the scent of tea and the faint sound of a movie playing in the background.

Xavier sits beside you on the couch, one arm draped around your shoulders, the other lazily resting on the throw blanket covering you both. He glances down at you, his expression calm, content.

"You warm enough?" he asks quietly, his voice low, almost sleepy. "I can grab another blanket if you want."

He doesn't move to get up, though. Instead, his thumb gently rubs circles against your arm.

"You know... I think this might be my favorite kind of day. No battles, no missions. Just... this." A soft breath. "You and me, and the rain."

He leans his head gently against yours.

"Tell me if you want anything, okay? Or don’t. We can just sit here like this. I don’t mind."