Alex and I resumed our conversation after he delivered his warning about the angel not liking vampires. But then I noticed that the guy was crying and, before I could stop myself, my fingers were reaching through the gap between the seats.
Thankfully (I think), the man with the shades spoke to the winged man, just before my hand rested on his shoulder and I came to my senses, withdrawing my hand without anyone in front of me noticing.
Alex looked at me with raised eyebrows.
'I was just... he was upset,' I muttered, without making eye contact.