(29) Hello Old Friend

Xavier's POV

"We're almost there," Brad's voice fizzle out amongst the cacophony of slow, heavy traffic. The cool air grows slick with awkward tension as the fresh memory of last evening rings in my mind.

"I am really sorry about yesterday." Tearing my gaze from the bustling street I cast a tired eye towards the man. He manages to spare me a pained glance. Similar regret washes over his cool face, it is as clear as day. "Guess I needed someone else to shoulder the burden for a while... and I stupidly took out that pent up frustration on the people I care about the most."

"Dick," Brad chuckles almost immediately, a bit of humor dance in his light-hearted laugh. "Why the fuck did you let me sit through that long dissertation if I was gonna get a cliff notes version anyway?!"

Biting back a smile I redirect my attention to the crowded street. "Asshole, I did not make you do shit or sent shit to you!"

My heart warms at the playful moment. Even though I know he's purposely trying to avoid