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The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed a sterile note overhead, casting a pale glow on the polished floor. The faint, clean scent of antiseptic lingered as you stepped from Zayne's office, a small candy held in your palm. Xavier stood a few paces away, his blonde hair slightly tousled, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cut through the quiet. He moved swiftly, taking the candy from your hand and placing it on a nearby table without a word. "You took too long," he said, his voice low. Then his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace against his chest. "I do not like waiting," he added, the words a quiet warning. you, what was wrong with him today?