Xavier had no issue basically being Robin's taxi, or he supposed Uber for her generation, as it gave him more opportunity to learn what he could about how he might reconcile with his wife.  He would like to think his motives were fully virtuous in that regard, but he simply couldn't shake his fascination with the boyish looking girl.  Or he assumed girl, while he might be personally conservative and sheltered but having been a cop in a relatively large city, even a midwestern one, he was at least passingly familiar with multiple flavors of what he would classify as sexual deviancy.  The politically incorrect term 'chicks with dicks' came to mind and he wasn't really sure what sort of category to put the youth riding with him into.  He wasn't all that familiar with Wichita himself, but between their phones it wasn't hard to find whatever it was she was looking for.  "I suppose it aught to be one close to the school?"  He suggested, the idea having the dual advantages of making logistic sense and bringing them closer to Abi, at least geographically.<br/><br/>"Yea, easy on the eyes, she always has been."  He looked at Robin, there was a sincerity to his compliment that troubled him a little.  "I just hope my luck hasn't run out."  His said morbidly, his slowly more relaxing mood suddenly turning sour again.  "So do you, uhm, like other women then?"  He asked with all the delicacy of the proverbial bull in a China shop.  However depending on how Robin answered it might help him confirm Robin's 'true' gender which in Xavier's world was at least meant to be a fixed thing.<br/><br/>Finding the gym they were greeted by a incredibly fit and well curved blonde woman in form fitting attire who was more than eager to show Robin and 'his father' around.  She was flirty enough with both of them, though Xavier was pretty confident that had more to do with her membership quotas than anything else, at least as far as he was concerned.  However he wasn't put off by it, and Robin might notice his subtle changes of behavior as far as standing a bit straighter and managing to smile just a bit.<br/><br/>Being close to the college made it relatively easy to find a second hand bookstore with all the sort of 'egghead' titles Robin and Abigail seemed to have an affinity for.  "Anything in here you think might help me patch things up with Abi?"  He asked, stifling his pride in asking for advice with his wife from a 17 year old cross dresser if not transvestite.  He found his eyes frequently drawn to Robin's crotch as if he might solve that puzzle from a casual glance.<br/><br/>As it neared lunch time he was ready to grasp at another straw.  "You have Abi's number, do you want to see if she might join us for lunch?"  It was a reach but it revealed his desperation at seeing Abi again and acknowledged his belief that Robin might well be the only one that could bridge the gap between them.