Xander shuffled toward his home, looking at his feet wearily. It had been a long day at work. He wondered where the others were.
Probably off doing college stuff. Without him, as usual.
Of course, Giles was probably at home, but Spike was probably there too. He wasn't that desperate.
Unfortunately, as he was busy looking at his feet, he wasn't looking where he was going.
WHAM!
Xander sprawled on the ground and shook his head clear. He crawled over to the person he'd run into, "Oh, my God, I'm sorry, man, I... Leo?"
The handyman rubbed his head and chuckled, "We've got to stop meeting like this, Xander." As they picked themselves, up Leo cocked an eyebrow at the uniform Xander wore, "Doublemeat Palace?"
Xander closed his eyes and groaned, "Don't, Leo, please."
"If you say say so," Leo said. "C'mon, how about we get a drink?"
It was Xander's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"Not that kind of drink."
"Sure."
"So, what's new in your life, Xander?"
Xander waved it off, "Not much. My friends have all gone off to college, and I'm bouncing from job to job."
"That bothers you, doesn't it?"
"Huh?" Xander blinked, then shrugged. "Yeah, I guess it does. I feel like... I dunno, like we're drifting apart. Like they don't need me anymore."
"Xander, you know that's not true," Leo said sternly. "They're your friends. You've always been there for them, and they know it. Trust me. When the time comes, they'll be there for you too. You don't make friends with the wrong kind of people, Xander. That's just not who you are."
Xander nodded reluctantly, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks, Leo."
"Anytime, Xander. Anytime."
Blech. There it is again. You could probably expect more in the Moments series, now, since my muse is on a roll here.
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