It didn't take long to get back to the Manor and he lead Xander up to his apartment, holding the door open for him and then shutting it behind them. Keys were tossed into the bowl on the hallway table, jacket was tossed carelessly on the back of a chair along with the scarf and shoes were immediately kicked off.
The apartment was similar to how Xander might remember the way Zack kept things. In other words - comfortably messy. Work he'd brought home was spread out on the table, the bookshelves were packed with his movie, music, comic, and collecitble collection. His laptop was on the coffee table along with a wooden box Xander would like remember as holding somewhat illegal items.
"Make yourself at home," he said and headed for the kitchen. "I'll get the coffee going."