To an extent, that wasn't unexpected. Xavier remained froze though, hand hovering over his fork as the words repeated themselves in his mind. Obviously she still had feelings - regret, lingering lust - and so on, afterwards. He'd recognized that and aside from in their dream, hadn't taken advantage of them. Not when he was certain he was the only one still pining over the one lost twelve years ago.
But she said she still loved him. Hadn't stopped. His stomach clenched and he opened his mouth to speak - once, twice, three times before managing a- "Oh?" It was quiet, the worst thing he could say. He couldn't look at her. Couldn't think.
How could she?
Xavier pushed his chair back, muttering an 'excuse me' that somehow ended up in Russian instead of English. He corrected it immediately before stumbling into his office. The door slammed shut behind him, followed by two crashes.