Re: Cass & Alex: the (bad) diner
It was an interesting way to talk, of meeting places, but if you were going to talk about a place having a personality, then it sounded to Alex's ears like it was the right thing to say. "Sometimes I think this place jus' wants you t' think everything's all right, that it's quiet and maybe even a little lonely." He sipped his coffee. "An' other times like, when it's dark an' late an' you're out there all alone? It wants you to be scared." It wasn't a feeling he'd encountered often, and maybe, well, he had less of a reason to fear it than most. But it was still there, like the beginning of a horror movie, with a sunny exterior and everything rotting, just beneath the surface.
"Not everyone. Not everyone's good," he corrected, because of course, he'd met one of the worst. People everywhere were not good. Not everyone was good. "But most. The people I've met, friends I've made, they're good people. Like, I'm not stupid enough t' think that everyone in the world is good, but...I think most people are. Uh, church or not." He felt a little uncomfortable. Alex thought he had more reason than most to not believe in a god - and certainly neither Heaven, nor Hell - but if Cass did, he didn't want to offend her. "I don' think it takes church to make someone good."