Xavier wasn't used to being woken up by anyone. Usually he did the waking up when Cepheus slept over, and if Elodie got up first she just threw things at him until he made breakfast. He rolled onto his back, groaning softly, and then the memory of the night before came flooding back.
He opened his eyes, blinking at Caspar for a moment, and then smiled, clamping down on the guilt welling up in the pit of his stomach. "Morning," he said. "You okay?"
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