He could have scoffed, he should have scoffed, because Grey hated all that, all those terms of endearment, they were all so bland and ill suited and she hated herself just a little bit for using the term. It wasn't right. No term applied to Cal, they all faded in comparison, but she had to describe him somehow. "Yeah she agreed." She looked around, making sure there wasn't anyone around that might hear them talking for his sake as much as hers. "I take it you are?" she asked. "No, he isn't," she agreed. Would he show up? She had to hope, didn't she? Although hope had never really been her style. "Would you like to sit down?" She asked, shifting to the far side of the steps, She was being polite, and even as she asked the question she was aware of how unlike her that was, but she was lonely and there was familiarity about him and in the absence of alcohol that was something. Even if he was strangely clipped, controlled.
"I'm the freak show," she said, and she actually smiled because it was sort of funny. "Where I've belonged all my life. How about you?"