The office went quiet for a while after their exchange. John leaned back, rubbing his temples, the fire in his eyes dimming into something colder. Finally, he said, "If there's nothing else, then you should leave. I'll contact you once the pack is ready."
That would've been Xavier's cue to get out, but Angel's words still echoed in his ear. Eighty-seven percent. Stall longer. He couldn't walk away yet.
Xavier's mind raced, then he spoke, "Wouldn't it look strange to your staff? Me walking in, talking to you, and leaving with no official record? No treatment. No consultation. Nothing. Won't that make people suspicious?"
John waved it off. "I'll make an entry for you. Don't concern yourself with that."
Xavier's eyes narrowed, then an idea clicked. "Actually… I do have issues with my body. Why don't you check them while I'm here? Make it look official."
John gave a short nod. "That's my job, after all."
