“I’ll live,” Xavier said, easily. “I’ve dealt with far worse.” No need to hide the irony there. Most people had dealt with worse. “Exactly. All things considered it shouldn’t be hard…We do have a name to work with as well, after all.” And Xavier was simply making a lucky guess on his own. If everyone in the building had a fable – did that make Lucas Fernand and Gina, Mercedes? He shook his head at the thought. Now that didn’t seem quite right. There was no Albert as far as he knew and the dates were off.
He waited a moment, lips pressed in a firm line. Curiosity demanded to know about it as a gut feeling said that had something to do with it. Edward and his life, was Xavier’s greatest secret. This wasn’t something Brian would publicize – at least, he’d have found more on it while doing his background check. He debated for a moment more before Brian mentioned the confidentiality. “I don’t want to abuse that,” he said slowly, realizing that it was what he was doing. “But I can assure you that the same level of secrecy can be given in return.” He gave a weak smile, honest. “I’ve done the same for my greatest friends before.” Granted Iris hadn’t told him as much about her as what he’d told her about him, but what he’d learned had been just as painful.
Taking a deep breath, Xavier spread his hands. “I discovered this the night after you all came back. It was just an accident in front of the mirror you see-” His left hand moved to pass over his face. By the time it had crossed over, a small illusion was in place. Staring back was a good likeness of Harrison Ford – a face easy enough to copy, but one Xavier wouldn’t ever imitate any time soon. Showing Chris or William or Dean wouldn’t help now – nor by revealing what he truly looked like.