"Yeah. Lucky me, huh?" he said, his smile twisting into something a good deal more wry than before, before drinking a mouthful of coffee. "I've always seen the ghosts and heard people's thoughts. I don't go looking, but sometimes they just... shove their way in there, do you get that? Crowds are hard sometimes."
He kept hold of his mug but let his arms rest on his knees as he looked out at Candyland. "What about you?"