Warren didn't even scream. That's what he remembers now. Warren didn't scream because Warren didn't even know what happened to him, was never going to know what had happened to him.
Xander had truly changed the world that day. And no matter how much he regrets it now, he wouldn't even go back and change things because he had done what needed to be done.
And that only makes him hate Xavier more.
Warren was like an angel on the bed. His blond hair spread over the pillow like a golden halo and his fair skin and perfect features made Xander's heart beat faster even as a rock sat heavy in his stomach.
With hands that trembled slightly, he loosened and removed the straps around Warren's wrists and ankles.
"Uh, Xander, I don't think you're really supposed to be doing that."
"Shut up, Hank," he ordered, "and get out."
He turned to glare at his friend. "This is totally not the time for any of your pseudo-adult bullshit, man. Now get out and don't come back until I call you."
Hank opened his mouth, but whatever was in Xander's eyes stopped him. He turned and left quickly, but Xander knew he was probably going to Xavier and would be back.
Moving quickly, Xander went and locked the door before coming back to Warren's bedside, gazing down at a person he loved enough to die for.
"I'm so fucking sorry," he whispered, his voice choking on the tears he refused to shed. "None of this was your fault, you hear? This was just... a fluke of circumstance, nothing really real. And when you wake up... You won't remember any of this and I'm glad, 'cause I don't want you to be dirty. I love you, War, I really, really do."
Leaning forward, he kissed Warren softly on the forehead. "When you wake up, the world's gonna be a whole new place," he promised.
With a heart made heavy by the guilt of what he was doing, he laid his hands against Warren's chest and closed his eyes, not in concentration, but just so he didn't have to see what he was about to do.