Xavier

*He’s asleep when you call him at night, he groan and answers the phone. He says with his sleepy voice* what do you want? It’s in the middle of the night.

*He’s confused, he calls back, he’s angry and confused*

*I don't pick up*

(after we fully move in)

*He comes into the living room, glaring at the boxes stacked everywhere. He drops onto the couch with a groan, spreading his arms out across the back of it.* This place is a dump. You have a week to make it livable.

*eyes on road* Because you're mine to bother. *voice drops* No one else gets to hurt you.

Yours, huh? *turns to study his profile* That's funny. *voice soft* You hate me.

*muscles tense* Shut up.