As I was about to leave, Dax actually walked out with me. He didn't say anything on the walk, but it was unexpected. Maybe deep down he had a kindness to himself that he kept hidden.
Dax walked with me until we were just outside the building. He said, “This is where we part ways. I'll probably see you again at some point during this."
“Okay. I'll see you around. Have a good night."
I wasn't sure why I added the last part. I couldn't be mean to Dax though. Maybe if I was kind that would help make him kinder. Or it could be wishful thinking.
Dax left without another word and headed back to the building.
A sudden thought came to me. I wondered if there was something in Dax that was more than just work. He couldn't just be a workaholic; he had to care about something else. Maybe in time,
