Ira watched Dakota drink his coffee. He realised he was probably staring too much, too intensely, and he looked away. It took a concentrated effort to block out the buzz from the other world, because the spirits around him had plenty to say about that.
He smiled a little awkward smile when Dakota finally spoke. He gave a slight nod, and wondered why he'd said anything at all. Because now he kind of had to explain why he'd asked that question. He wasn't ashamed or embarrassed about his unique ability, he just knew it was uncommon, and a lot of people didn't believe in ghosts or spirits, or communication with the dead. It was an iffy subject, and Dakota really could go either way.
"I...do. Yeah. Do you?" If he knew what Dakota thought about the subject, he could better gauge how much he could say. Because blurting out how the spirits were talking to him right that moment probably wasn't the best way to make a new friend.