"I mean, I have jobs. Mostly because I need something to do when my head hurts too much from banging. When Maria was here, she took over a bar and renamed it the Wild Pony. I play there sometimes. And there's a theater I play at. A friend--" His face flickered a little. Grief for someone who wasn't here anymore. "--he pulled me into working there. And then another friend--" More grief. Too many people who had vanished. "--he left me - well, Kyle - this detective agency. So I'm a private eye."

He managed a small smile at that.

"Let's see. There's a community center in the Down and I work there. Self-defense classes and intro to technology for those people who aren't from Earth. Or at least not modern Earth. Kyle works at Haven, that's the hospital in the Down, and I help with the security for that."

Yeah, maybe Alex was using all of his free time to distract from the fact that he was beating his head against a wall and doing more harm to himself than the wall.