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Xavier knew that something was wrong with him today. He didn’t feel normal, and he didn’t feel right at all. He felt extremely restless, couldn’t stop twitching and moving his leg up and down; he just didn’t know why he was feeling this way. He’d tried punching it out- getting the anxiety and just overall internal ickiness out of his system, but he only ended up throwing his gloves on the floor and storming off, muttering curse words under his breath. Four hours later, he was sitting on his bed, clutching a bottle of lube unnecessarily tightly and trying to will himself not to do what he knew he was going to do anyway. The thoughts had been eating him alive for hours at this point, and he was already hating himself for not being able to control his legs taking a stand from his bed and rushing over to Angel’s door, not even bothering to knock before bursting in. He just stood there in the doorway for a few moments, almost panting as he stared at the younger boy’s figure across the room, subtly slipping the bottle of lube into his back pocket and hesitantly, slowly beginning to approach him. “Angel, Angel, Angel.”