"Whiskey," he tells the server before he has a chance to leave, lips faintly quirking at the server's annoyance as the man starts to walk away. "And a drink for the lady. I don't know what she's in the mood for tonight."

He only relaxes after both of their orders have been haphazardly taken down, folding his hands on top of the table.

"I ain't the type to try and make sense of things that are too confusing," he admits, before tilting his head in interest. "What'd you get from home?"