Lux sat at the dining room, his sketchbook open in front of him as his pencil flew across the page. He'd been working on the same Captain America drawing all day in anticipation of his brother's arrival that evening after he finished his shift. He wasn't entirely sure why he'd gone with the character he did, possibly because he saw his brother as a hero, someone that swooped through the hospital with his head held high, saving lives and delivering babies and making everyone well. Xavier was amazing, a real life super hero, and Lux was proud to call him his big brother.
He was, however, confused to why he had to wait so long to meet him.
There wasn't a fight he knew about, Xavier seemed to get along with his parents that he'd seen, so why wasn't he there while Lux was growing up? Why didn't he come over for birthdays, or Christmas, or anything like that? Why was he just a voice on the phone when he could have been there? It was something that didn't sit well with him, but he didn't want to ask, he didn't want to say the wrong thing and chase Xavier away again.
So instead of fretting, he would work on his drawing for him, and hope that Xavier would see it and love it. And want to stay even more.