Angel drove Xavier through the glowing veins of the city, neon bleeding into the tinted windows as the car hummed toward Nexus Tower. Neither of them spoke much on the way, but the silence wasn't awkward. It was heavy, like everything between them always was. When the tower finally came into view, its glass and steel body stretching like a needle into the sky, Xavier sat forward a little, his eyes narrowing in thought.
The car slowed to a halt at the entrance. Angel glanced at him from the driver's seat, brushing a stray strand of black hair behind her ear. "Well," she said with a teasing lilt, "the great Xavier has made it home in one piece. I suppose my job is done for now."
Xavier chuckled, unbuckling his seatbelt. "You say that like escorting me around is some grand ordeal."
