Most of cars were old enough that Lex didn’t even recognize what make and model they were, just that they looked pre-war, so they were at least twice as old as Lex was. Still they looked like they’d been maintained pretty decently over the span of their ownership, and it was purely only age and neglect in recent years that had set them on the path to rust and ruin.
The vehicle that still functioned was still something of a relic, but it was clearly a later addition to the collection, judging from the plates, and Lex could at least identify that it was an earlier model from a manufacturer that still existed, though all the cars that rolled off their production line now had been converted over to greener means of propulsion in line with the post-war changes in the law.
Lex looked a little confused and mildly amused at Dev holding the door for him. Nobody had done that for him since he was a kid, so it was sort of funny to him to see such an apparently old-fashioned gesture from someone around his age.
At the look, Dev gave a sheepish, almost apologetic smile. “Old habits from when I still lived with my mom,” he explained, offering no further details as he slid into the driver’s seat.
It wasn’t a long drive, but it was enough for him to get a good lock on Lex’s scent. It was a little hard not to given the close proximity, but there was something almost soothing about it.
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