Xavier wants to smile – no, he wants to smirk and relish this feeling for the rest of his life. (Never mind that this is just a dream, it doesn’t matter anymore – it’s revenge and he’s waited long enough for it.) But Xavier merely sits, wearing Edward’s old expression and looking up to his old friend. There’s a heavy feeling in his stomach, one that he can’t place.
“Yes.”
There’s a pause before he steeples his hands before him – it’s to stop them from shaking. “You should pick your chair up.”