They grumbled slightly, but it was only a handful of moments before it was just Xander and Milo, the quiet of the night, and the mess of the lawn. Tire tracks marred the manicured grass, the front door was still hanging open, and—was that a broken window? Xander finally turned to face Milo, the moon bright overhead and casting him in a soft glow. “Hi,” they said, lamely. “Hi yourself,” Milo murmured. “Can I take you up on that tea now?”
