[ oh SHIT. is it too late to bail? he's glancing towards the exit and then back to bodhi like he's trying to make the call. ]

I see my reputation goddamn precedes me. [ it's alex again, isn't it? it's always alex. miller slams the rest of his drink and sets it down hard on the bartop, eyes crossing briefly. ]

If you're dead, it doesn't really matter, right? [ that's what he tells himself to get through the day, honestly. ] And if you don't know now, no amount of wallowing is gonna change that, is it, kid?