He rubbed his eyes clear of sleep gunk and let loose another yawn. After running a hand through his wildly disheveled hair, Xavier threw the blankets off his prone body and onto the floor. He stifled a groan as he heard the television remote control thud onto the floor. "If you can’t help having to be up, then it’s best to get up," Xavier reminded himself of the saying Frank would use most often when he came in to rouse his reluctant son from his bed. "That way it’s always so much more rewarding," Frank would continue with a twinkle in his eyes once he had gotten his son to open his, "When, after you’ve dealt with whatever it is that pulled you from your much deserved rest, you can climb back under the covers."
"And pull them over your head," Xavier muttered the end of Frank’s saying now, trying to ignore the siren call of the pillow still behind his head. He sat up abruptly and swung his feet over the edge of the sofa and then stood, still holding the cordless phone against his ear.
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