Alex didn't know exactly what the laugh meant but he had a good enough idea. There were obviously varying degrees of just how well a family could - or couldn't - get along. His was definitely at the lower end of that scale. It sounded like Audrey's might be a little higher, but maybe less than he previously suspected. Whatever the case he didn't want to screw up a good time by digging too deep into either of their problems too much, so he left anything else about families unsaid. "Scale a' one to ten you're prolly like a...three? As far as awful."
Another thing he let go - he wasn't sure what exactly fantasy football really was, so best not to pry too deep into that one. Except that it was certainly near the bottom of Audrey's list for acceptable leisure pursuits. But, he did notice the course correction and he was pleased that she wasn't just rolling over again and actually voicing some kind of opinion. "Thanks," he said in response to the comment about his clothing, instead. He'd finished up his own drink and set the cup on the table as well, standing and shrugging out of his hoodie to reveal a thin sweater that he'd picked up at a thrift shop, mainly because it bore such an uncanny resemblance to one he'd owned as a kid. And it had only been a couple bucks. "You c'n find some pretty cool stuff at the thrift store. If you don' mind wearin' other people's stuff."