"Before? Before what?" He honestly couldn't remember what he'd said until he sat and thought about it a moment. "Oh. I... don't know why I said that.... I barely remember even saying it."
He shook his head like he was trying to dislodge some water in his ear and sat back from his empty plate. "I don't do that often, say things I don't know what they mean. I mean, I have all these feelings I don't understand, but I never say something like that that makes no sense. Unless it made sense to you?"
The waiter returned for their plates setting two complimentary bowls of sherbet in front of them and the check. Jackson paid for their meal and took a meditative bite of the cool dessert. This was probably one of the weirder and yet increasingly normal conversations of his life. Par for the course in Athens.