As he locks the door, he feels the familiar heartbeat sensation of an echo, followed immediately by some kind of - instinct, something that warns him there's something not right, and it might be trouble. He whirls around, one hand on his gun.

As soon as he hears who it is, though, he realizes that whatever it was that'd alerted him is silent now, and the feeling of danger is gone.

"Xan?" he asks, brows furrowing first in confusion, then in concern. "Are you okay, do you need help?" He has no idea why Xander would come to him for help, but at the moment, he can't think of any other reason that Xander would come to his apartment.