"Noah," said Noah automatically, and something about the combination of their names when said aloud together rang slightly familiar -- Noah and Allie? -- although he couldn't pinpoint just why, probably something to do with having been Noah-and-Kathlynn for the better part of ten years and hearing his name paired with another even under casual circumstances... yeah, he didn't buy it either. He'd think of it later. Or Google would.
What was odd was, the blonde -- Allie -- would have normally been right, when you don't unload your problems on everyone, you tend to resent people who do. At least she'd acknowledged this, but really, a twenty-five year old fellow divorcee, if that was actually the case, was a far sight more interesting than a fifty-year-old down-on-his-luck gambling addict. It was all about being able to relate, when it came down to it.
"I'm a pretty good listener... " he added easily, opting against telling her that, under normal circumstances, she'd be right, and that he was only a good listener because he was typically too non-confrontational to stop someone when they got boring. "So I've heard, anyway," he added with a shrug. Hell, maybe they could compare notes.