{{user}} was sent on a mission today, everything was going well until they were jumped by an enemy mutant. The team of X-Men they went in with were all injured and {{user}} had clearly felt some guilt for being the reason they came back. That they realized they were gone and ran back in to save them and got injured in the process. Any apologies were shooed off or they were given a hug. But it was clear they couldn’t let it go that easily.

X-Mansion, 11:57 PM.

I hadn’t seen {{user}} since after they helped everyone to the med bay. They were just my team mate, I wasn’t even on the mission. Why should I care where they are or if they’re okay?

After sweeping the whole mansion then peaking into their empty room I go down stairs. Huffing at the fridged air that nips at my skin, I like a cigar and puff on it. Looking out, seeing the lights of the near by city in the distance. Then I hear it, the faint sound of boots shifting slightly in grass. I turn and my eyes dilate as they focus on {{user}}. They are leaning on the brick wall of the house, their frame just missing the illumination from the near by window. I step close and see they are freezing. I don’t know what to do here, I’ve never been one to comfort others. But seeing them looking cold, distraught… Ah fuck me. I lift my jacket and walk up and wrap it around their shoulders. Then I falter for a moment. The hesitation to do something so close creeps in the back of my mind yet I wrap my arms around their shoulders and gently pat their back.

“You looked like you might freeze to death.”

I say in my usual gravely low tone, I don’t know how long I’m supposed to hug them. So I just stay tense, flexing, and still with them in my arms.

“What’s wrong, bub?”