And still his instinct was to be the guy with the shoulder, because that's what he did, if nothing else, and it was a damn good shoulder, but ...well, maybe these days it wasn't. None of the other parts were working the way they were supposed to after all, brain included.

Xander nodded curtly and left, pulling the door shut behind him with a thud that echoed sullenly down the hall after him as he walked away.