and maybe, from the far reaches of the cosmos, a star has arrived on this planet just for you.
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Xavier shifted quietly, let the moment between them settle. His shoulder eased under her weight, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a little smile. Slowly, almost tenderly, he reached up to brush her hair away from her face.
"Some people say that when two people are close to each other, their scents can overlap." He hummed as he stroked her hair. "So, maybe... if you find comfort in mine, it's because yours rests with me."
Another beat, another smile, and he leaned down, gently bumped his forehead with hers. "What I'm saying is... You smell good, too."
I'm back from my long mission, did you miss me? :P
Was the signal that bad? It was a little lonely not having someone I can talk to like this everyday. I think I might ask Captain Jenna not to have you gone for so long without me next time.
The last of the hot chocolate had cooled at the bottom of his mug, faint rings of sweetness clinging to the sides of it. It had been an easy sort of afternoon, but Xavier didn't dare bring himself to think too much of it. Even in the warmth of the sunlight pooling onto the kitchen tiles, he'd set the mug down, stood up with a glance out the window.
I should—
He thought it, but didn't speak. The words were lost on his tongue when he heard her.
He paused, took a moment just to look at her, and perhaps under the weight of her own gaze, he felt himself soften. Shoulders relaxed. Lips curled up slightly into a little smile. His steps moved back to lower himself back onto the kitchen stool, and there was a quiet relief in the confirmation that he wouldn't be overstaying his welcome.
"...If you want me to," he scratched his cheek, averted his gaze a moment before looking back at her. "Then... I don't mind being with you for as long as you want."