I'm sobering up, that's the problem. The drugs keep the ghosts away. Well, it made Alex feel a little better that this guy - Klaus - wasn't identifying him as a ghost really based on anything, it just seemed to be his own personal psychological problem. Well, Alex had plenty of his own, so he could hardly fault the guy for dealing with it whatever way he could. Alex? Shrunk into corners and against walls and into the sleeves and under the hood of a sweatshirt. If Klaus wanted to fry his brain on drugs to escape whatever reality tormented him, it wasn't Alex's place to say that was right or wrong.
Still, Alex was more than a little embarrassed when Klaus thanked him. "Dude, I wasn't gonna let you wander off into the woods to freeze to death," Alex chided, taking Klaus's elbow and guiding him toward the trailer he seemed to have identified as his own. It did have a kind of denimy, faded-jeans appearance after all.
He honestly considered the invitation for shaking his head. "Thanks, but I gotta work in the morning and it's already too late as it is." He felt a little awkward at turning this down, all the same, and added, "If ya ever need anythin' though, you know where to find me. I honestly don't know what I can do ta help," he shrugged. "But I'll try, 'kay?"