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The train whispered through the darkness, a solitary vessel in the deep of night. Xavier had surrendered to exhaustion, his form slumped against the cool windowpane. You extended a hand, your palm a soft, steadying pressure against his cheek. His lashes fluttered, then parted, revealing eyes still puffy and hazy with sleep. "Mmh... you? Why are you here?" he murmured, his voice gravelly, his disarmed expression strikingly tender in the carriage's muted glow.