Xavier stares at her for a moment more, before falling back against the pillows. The haze in the room moves closer, but it doesn't matter. His head pivots so he can kiss the palm of her hand, before tuggin her to him again. He's never been one for shame, but the feelings overwhelm him. He buries his head into her hair, crying with little restraint. Relief that she doesn't know tinged with the regret that she didn't make him feel out of place. Even now, with a moment like this he can't enjoy it.