It had taken the better part of the afternoon, but, finally, the sound
system was set up to Oz's satisfaction. With a happy sigh, Xander fled
the frat house and collapsed in the front seat of the guitarist's van.
The drive home was made in silence -- not an unusual event itself, but
even Xander noticed Oz's tense posture and death grip on the steering
"Don't ever say that to me again."
"Huh?" At first, Xander was not even sure it was Oz speaking, but,
finally, he remembered that they were the only two in the van. "What are
you talking about?"
"That crack about the disturbance in the force."
"Um, okay." The silence grew between them once more, and this time Xander
broke it. "What are you talking about?"
Oz leaned forward, resting his chin on the steering wheel. "Did you
actually see The Phantom Menace?"
"Yeah. So?" Oz didn't answer, so Xander moved out of his seat to gently
place his hand on Oz's shoulder.
As if electrified, Oz jumped, jerking his shoulder away from Xander.
"Didn't you think there was something... odd going on between Obi-Wan
Xander shrugged, settling back in his seat. "Yeah. They were so doing
"And so do you see the problem here? I mean, you seem awfully fond of
grabbing my shoulder."
"What --" Suddenly Xander nodded. "Oh. Yeah." He opened the van door,
preparing to climb out. "I didn't mean --"
"Get back in." Xander obeyed. Oz sighed and moved out of his seat,
climbing into the back of the van. "Come on. We need to talk."
"Please?" Oz settled in, not glancing at Xander.
Xander sat, staring out the windshield for five minutes. Then he shrugged
out of his jacket and took what he realized was his rightful place next to
Oz. In the back of the van.