Anthony sat in the back of the cab with Alex as the other man draped himself over Anthony.  A slightly amused glint in his eye sharpened as Alex's hands drifted over his body.  For a moment, the passing lights of the city outside the cab glinted red in his eyes.  The cabdriver wrote it off as a trick of the light.  Had to have been.<br/><br/>Anthony could still feel a faint trace of Victoria's mind in his.  Dimly he wondered if he'd been marked by her mental touch.  He let himself relax his mind slightly as he felt Alex's hands trail up and down his body.  He held his arms loosely around Alex, keeping him mostly upright, but leaning into his own form.  He enfolded the other man, as if protecting him.<br/><br/>His mind slipped into Alex's again, soothing the other man.<em>No fear...no fear...no fear...</em>his thoughts said into Alex's, pushing an artificial calm onto him.  As Alex relaxed his head onto Anthony's shoulder, Anthony pulled his mind back and let Alex be.  He could feel the slight fear and unease still present in Alex's mind.  Better to let it be than force it out completely.  He could only start the feeling of calm, Alex had to let it become part of him.<br/><br/>When they reached Alex's building, Anthony helped him from the cab.  He had Alex sit on the curb while he paid for the cab.  Then, after the cab pulled away, he turned and helped Alex back to his feet.  Half supporting, half carrying Alex, Anthony got the two of them to the front door.  His motions were sure and strong.  Not once did he falter or nearly lose Alex.  He deftly removed Alex's wallet and the access card, swiping it to allow the two of them access.  Several steps across the entrance hall takes them to the elevators.  When one opened for them, the same as before, Anthony deftly guides Alex into the cube and props him up against a wall.  He turns to the panel and pushes the 22nd floor button.<br/><br/>As the doors closed, Anthony turned to Alex.  Alex was barely holding himself upright against the wall of the elevator.  Anthony's eyes flickered as he noted Alex's head back, his throat exposed.  As if unable to control himself, Anthony leaned forward and placed a light kiss on Alex's throat, followed by a faint press  of his sharpened teeth.  Nothing too hard...not yet, at least.