“Scarring more visible on some than others,” he gestured to his own face and chuckled with a surprising amount of genuine humor about it. “Well let’s see… you got my name right, I’m Nick. I’m a Scorpio. Or a Sagittarius depending on who you talk to birthdate wise. Right on the cusp. So just the right amount of sexy, intense, and mysterious with that side of curious, spontaneous, and hilarious. People say I’m quirky like that,” a playful wink. “I don’t like long walks on the beach, it takes too long to get sand out of shoes, and the unstable ground of sandy beaches fucks with my knees. I do like walks in the park, though. Hell, bring a frisbee, I think I was a dog in one of my past lives because if you throw it I will go after it. Too much energy to get out of me.”
He paused thinking of what people even said about themselves. He was weird with small talk, “I mean I guess I could also say I’m a tattoo artist. I sometimes do piercings, too. So if you ever want weird shit like that, I’m your guy within reason,” he tilted his head, “what about you? Any hobbies or interests that have caught your attention since you’ve been back?”
“Huh.” So, his ‘intel’ - also known as random pieces of information floating around his subconscious that really, he had no business knowing - was bang on in regards to the name of this guy. Good to know, since Adam was often loathe to rely on what he thought or felt he knew by extension of leftover Grace, just in case it turned out to be wrong - or worse, a fabricated, Hell memory of some kind.
It was easier to listen to Nick talk than it was to suddenly find it his turn to offer up detail, but this was how conversation worked when you didn’t have an entity sharing your headspace that could already see exactly who you were from the inside out. ‘You mean hobbies besides staying the hell away from supernatural entities, but with a special emphasis on celestial beings?’ Well, all but one celestial being, that was. The rest of them were dicks.
“Food.” Adam supplied without preamble, nodding at his own predictability. “Just... y’know, being able to eat again has been the best. But honestly? I’m pretty rusty at the whole ‘human’ thing. It’s taking me a hot minute to fall back into.” Right. If only a ‘hot minute’ was all it took. “Anyway-” A brightly delivered redirection. “-I have failed you on the frisbee front, but-” A quick scavenge inside of an inner pocket had him producing some small cash. “-I do have enough for coffee or something, so. What’s your beverage of choice, Nick the Scorpio-Sagittarius?”