ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵖʳᶦᵛᶦˡᵉᵍᵉ

Male versions of Karen Page and Jemma Simmons

[ well you seem excited my dear. i am attempting to be more active but bear with me i beg you. also i think i may wanna also bring gwayne back... ]

“I won’t tell you what to do, for it’s your life and your decisions. But seems to me living in loneliness can be fixed. It’s up to you to fix it.”

There was a polite nod of his head as he took the seat and waited for his water to be filled. Thank his Grandmother for the politeness for even though she was gone, her mannerisms stuck with him. Eyes drifted over to the stranger once again and he tilted his head in curiosity. Blue eyes saw details many didn’t, but he usually kept them to himself. “You seem distressed.” He said, not meaning anything bad by it, just a statement before the water was placed in front of him.

Xander bit his lip, angry at the fact he had admitted what he never should have. Even if it was a moment of selfishness, of course he would never ask Sariel to choose. He would never deserve him were that the case. “...I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for even saying anything. Of course I would never ask that but those... Those are thoughts of mine. Those are selfish thoughts that bleed into my head...”