"Klaus," Alex repeated. "Hi, Klaus." He'd remember, too. Didn't seem like a bad guy, just into some bad shit, probably, like a lot of people who didn't have enough money. Alex didn't do drugs, because of scenes like this, ones he'd witnessed far too many times. Nicotine was enough for him, and even that was a habit he wished he'd never picked up. Not that he was gonna put it down anytime soon.
"Sorry dude, I'm sure we're almost there." He thought that last trailer had been number sixty-two. Sixty-two. Snakebite. He should've gotten something out of the trailer, a sheet or something, to wrap Klaus in. But it was too late now and his hoodie wasn't going to do the guy any good; it would be way too small for him. Also, a selfish part of Alex admitted that he didn't feel like he was likely to get it back i f he gave it up. And he was attached to all his things, because it wasn't like there were a lot of them.
"It's fine, I don't mind. I think you're fucked up on something...better that I get you safely home." And then he wouldn't have to feel guilty if Klaus stumbled off into the woods, fifty feet from his trailer, and froze to death. Plus, well, it was the right thing to do. Alex was often indifferent to the little things, but showing kindness when he could mattered. He didn't know if he could've said that, a year ago.