Conrad! Right, Mike had known that. Sort of. In that passing sort of way where he'd thought the name sounded a little more like a last name than a first name sort of deal, and then promptly forgot. Apparently being dead didn't help with memory issues. So that was fun information. "Hey," he said, honestly, "It's not really a problem. If it happens again, you could just pop over for a distraction. Or I can fuck off somewhere else so I don't feel like garbage for not checking on you if you prefer to be left alone."
Which, well, clearly he didn't, now that the topic had come up. "New York was a pretty bad time for everyone, it seems like," Mike noted carefully. Not him, but he didn't have the same problems as everyone else. People he'd cared about had died though. And come back, but that didn't make it less traumatizing. Which was probably what Conrad was talking about. "That doesn't happen every time. Sometimes you just go out and visit some pirates or go to a mall."
He took a swallow of his drink, and then nodded vaguely. "I'll stick around. No more TV though."