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[b]Xavier[/b]

Xavier frowned as he watched Rose's demeanor falter. There was something wrong with her, but she wasn't sharing.  That was something he planned on doing.  After she left, he glanced to Persephone.  "I'm going to check on her." He told her quietly, "Stay here. Okay?" He watched her intently and she nodded obediently.  He strode out the way Rose had gone, double checking that Persephone had stayed still.  To his relief, she had.  Xavier ran a hand through his hair and watched thin black pieces fall out.  He watched it briefly, stalling.  His hair falling out had started happening in the recent month.  It was another damn thing he had to add to list of stuff to fix.  

Once he began to approach Rose, he said softly, "Rose." He was scared he'd startle her.  There was something about the closet that had freaked her out.  "Rose, honey, what's wrong? Don't lie to me, either, please."  His chest ached with distress; it was becoming overwhelming already, trying to take care of everything... But he needed to push it aside now to help Rose. His concern for Persephone was diminishing.

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