Dax tried his hardest not to drive by Puck and Tess'. But sometimes, he'd end up there, anyway.
Once Dax envisioned he was actually Puck. There was a while he had a plan to steal Puck's identity. Of course, it would start with abduction, and as much as he thought of it and how to do it...Dax also remembered Kramer wouldn't let him. Perhaps Kramer was just his good conscience. He thought less of it now. The plan. Perhaps, not quite erased from his memory, but enough.
"You know, I don't need to see you anymore." Kramer told him one day when he showed up at his office.
"I know." Dax hated to tell him that he just needed someone to talk to. "Maybe you were a preacher in another life." Dax never intended to talk about another life that he wanted. "Maybe that's why I keep coming back."
So they had their weekly lunches at the coffee shop. It was a date. Dax guessed. At least, it was something to get dressed up for. No uniform that smelled of gas or oil. And they would talk about everyday things. Things he never said to anyone at work. Thats when Kramer started talking about Michelle.
Dax knew about the baby, but he didn't say word to her about the misfortune. After all, he was just there to fix her car in the beginning. It felt good to do something right for a change. And he knew cars, but there was so much one could talk about when it came to cars.
After awhile, those lunches became few and far between with Kramer.
"Maybe you could ask Michelle out." Kramer mentioned how he was doing his best to go to counseling sessions with his wife about their marriage. Of course, Dax couldn't think why Kramer would end up at marriage counseling when he was so good at getting someone to better themself.
He guessed now he was doing this for Kramer, being there for Michelle.
"Well, we like the coffee shop." Dax told Michelle now as they sat there at the diner on a Sunday morning. "Kramer knew of it. And the foods reasonable. Just don't order the soup. It isn't all that warm. But the bacon and eggs are great, especially those biscuits."
"Do you cook any?" Michelle read the menu.
"Not really." Dax thought of the burnt bacon he'd made. It made him squeamish.
"Ever tried a cooking class?" She looked up at him.
Dax cracked up at the thought of even wearing an apron. He shook his head.
"It might be fun." Her smile was open, but he couldn't imagine she was suggesting...
"OH.." He just remembered like a jingle in his head. "I heard someone mention they were hiring at Pay-Pal. And..and I hear the pay is good. Lots of benefits. Even has a daycare, right there."
He knew he said something wrong, by the way she looked away. Her face, so washed out. She turned her cup over when the waitress came over with the coffee.
"I..I don't need child care." She cleared her throat.
"No. I mean, what about that little girl." He hadn't meant to bring up a sore subject. "You still want to be a foster Mom, don't you?"
She shook her head. He saw how the tears flushed her face. "Nobody's gonna give me a kid to raise."
"Don't talk like that." He told her he hadn't meant to upset her. "You never know. Not until you try."