Re: Cass & Alex: the (bad) diner
It was just a smile, and Alex was about as honest as they came, so long as you weren't asking about his less-than-recent past. Though had he known that sharing at least some of that was beyond his control, he might have changed his mind about the coffee. Sure, he was a little weirded out that she knew who he was, prior to any introductions, but the last few months had taught him that maybe that was relatively mild for Repose. And maybe that it was the ghost town. And maybe he was one of its ghosts, though still cloaked in flesh.
Alex slouched back against the wall, his fingers getting a little warmer as the cigarette started burning down toward the filter. Some habits were hard to break: smoking, one. Slouching, two. He was in the habit - the business, once upon a time - of making himself look even smaller than he was.
"You said the living were odd," he reminded her, that mountain redneck twang in his voice muted by a few years of Midwest living. He took a last drag and dropped the butt to the ground, crushing it under a green Chuck Taylor that had seen much better days. "C'mon," he tilted his head in the general direction of the entrance to the diner. "I'll get you a coffee too, if you wan' it." He could do that much. He'd always offer kindness as a first resort.