"I don't think he would have, either. And...I prefer this way myself. I've been to too many formal services, and I never know what to do with myself." He smiles ruefully, and shakes his head. "This way is better. More honest, I think."

He takes a sip of his beer. He's not driving, but he's not one to compromise himself, either. Old habits die hard and the town is treacherous enough for him to want to keep his senses about him. So, a couple of beers nursed over the course of the evening is the extent of his indulgence.

"I think there's a lot of us that are still getting used to the idea of being social. Of being a community, such as it is. A lot of loners, a lot of trauma. We're learning, but it takes time and this can be a hard place to build trust." He tilts his head, considering. "Common goals do help, though. Like the boarding house project. Things outside of ADI directives, that make things better for us."