Xavier drove home, a heavy weight seemingly pressing down on his chest. "Oh well," he though to himself, "it's not like things can't get worse."<br/><br/>He pulls up next to his apartment building and steps out, fumbling with his keys before entering. It's dark, like it always was when he got home. He lived alone. He sighs.<br/><br/>"Fuck . . ." he mutters under his breath, for no particular reason, before stepping into his living room.