Re: Cass & Alex: the (bad) diner
Alex wasn't exactly a philosopher, but hey, he could engage. "I think everyone's a little strange, in their own way," he agreed. Alex knew he had his own brand of strangeness, and it was both supernatural and mundane. It wasn't what he would consider a "superpower," because there wasn't a way he could see it being useful, aside from allowing him to press start on the cosmic continue button. "Maybe like...he's already read it?" He suggested after a moment of thought. "An' he...wants to think about it while he eats."
He followed Cass in, hands shoved down into his pockets. "Jus' a coffee please, don' need any cream or nothin'." He spied a booth in the corner, a little darker, under a dim bulb which probably needed changing. "An' you're welcome to come drink your free coffee with me," he invited. "If you want." He didn't mind the company and while he'd gotten used to being alone, that wasn't always the same thing as liking or as wanting to be alone. Sometimes it was better to look someone in the eyes and be able to listen to their words. He nodded and started weaving through the tables to head to his chosen spot.