They're not friends. He'd made that clear when they met. He doesn't want any friends, it just means more people prying into his business. If Gladiolus had a brother, and his brother stopped here...he would've been another tourist, someone Dylas might've preyed on.

He's not friendly, he tells himself as he fetches coffee. He's just...helping out because it'd be more suspicious if he didn't. Yeah. That's it.

"Here you go."

Instead of setting down just a mug, he sets down the mug and the coffeepot so he can have as much as he likes. It's a small diner mostly run by old lalafell. Why they hired him when he could eat them all like they were a 20-piece McNuggets is beyond him, but that's where he's at.

"They're working fast, but Janet thinks they need to make you a lot. Because you're...thick."