The next night found Adriel outside what he believed to be Tristan's apartment. He nursed a cup of coffee at the café across the street.<i>Say what you will about humans, coffee is one thing they've gotten right</i>, he mused to himself before thoughts turned to the surprise from yesterday.<br/><br/>Ezekiel had been the last person he had expected to see, especially on the other side of the country. And New York being the giant mecca that it was, had how many million people? Though, he thought wryly, there had to be more rats and humans, and more cockroaches than both combined.<br/><br/>He'd never gotten Ezekiel's number, back when they were living together. And he sure as hell didn't have his email or Facebook. So even if he had the urge to look the blond up, there was no feasible way for him to do it.<br/><br/>It was neighbourly concern, he told himself. After all, Ezekiel had died that night. That wasn't exactly something to easy to come back from.