"All right," he says, after a pause to process the way that just flipped around on him into some real direct and generally real shit - and draining his shot glass a second time.

He's a big guy, it's fine.

"No. Because the person here is my dead ex-wife. We're not telepathically communicating right now. She's been dead for a while and whatever it is I need is not something she's got experience with. That was with my more current, not here, ex girlfriend."

Just throwing it out there.

"I might bother Logan about it, at some point."