“Maddox, you ready to leave?” Neo asked, popping his head in the back to see Maddox slipping his coat on.
The older man smiled as he locked eyes with Neo. “Yes, I’m ready.”
“We’re still on for tomorrow, right?” Winter asked. He was lying on the couch, a magazine in hand. His pale hair was on the pillow, appearing like fallen snow.
“Yes, we’re all still on for tomorrow. Make sure you lock up before you go home,” Neo said, eyeing the man, who rolled his eyes but nodded.
“Yeah, yeah. Bye, Maddox.”
“Bye, Winter.”
The two walked down the street, the sun beginning to rise. Neo smiled a little as he felt Maddox’s hand slip between his. The two walked down the empty roads quietly. “Neo, I had fun,” he whispered.
Neo smiled as he looked down at the man. “I’m glad you did. I was worried about
