Out on the street, the sounds and sights of late night Los Angeles assault Xander's senses. Hookers, pimps, demons, college kids, wannabes, have-beens, thumping car stereos, neon lights galore. His body sways slightly, but he's pulled back down to earth by Lindsey's tug at his sleeve - motioning for him to follow. The two men walk along in silence. Neither one is deep in thought, but neither wants to make the effort of small talk.
Time is too precious.
Thought and meaningless conversation take away from their time together. For something completely mindless, there's a lot of heart and emotion involved. Enroute to Lindsey's Mercedes, they pass Xander's car - its windshield is a confetti of parking citations. He doesn't even notice. Upon arrival at the silver Benz, Lindsey chooses to open Xander's door for him rather than using the power lock.