“Can I ask you something?
Anything.
Why is it every time we say goodnight, it feels like goodbye?”
― Lang Leav
Xavier rubbed his eyes tiredly as he got off the phone with a memory specialist half way across the world. Xavier was willing to do whatever it took to help Rose. And he wanted more information on the subject. He wanted to make sure he didn’t do anything wrong and trigger a regression. So far, the doctor had agreed to look over Rose’s file and had advised Xavier pretty much the same as Dr. Danvers had.
Xavier checked his watch as he walked up the stairs to his room, wondering how exactly he was going to survive this. He bit back the impulse to sniff Rose out and figure out which room she'd walked into earlier to go to sleep. He would not suffocate her. He would give her space
