[Regifortis]

Steve seemed to be having a 'can't decide for shit' kind of day. He didn't want to be caught out in that storm, that was for sure. But he could also just find a shelter and hide out in that for a while. Plus John and Murray were there...On the other hand, he didn't know of any shelter in particular that he could find in time.

He felt horrible that he might say the wrong thing to Alderman as well. In all his life, this old man was arguably the only person he ever actually liked. Whether that was because he was just that much of an ass, or that he noticed the faults in people that they should have noticed themselves, he couldn't say anymore. He was too confused to give an answer he liked.

Steve pinched his brow. "I don't know...I need shelter, but I know you don't want me there. I don't want to impose. I can find somewhere else to stay until it all blows over." He couldn't think of something else to add before he put down the dividing bar. But the sight of mayo on the conveyor belt did remind him of Alderman's brand of hospitality. And the problem Alderman had in the first place was a lack of hospitality on his part..."Then again, if you just want someone to keep you company, then I think a storm's worth of a stay shouldn't hurt anything."