Ira;s mouth twitched, which probably gave Dakota a hint. He looked down and focused on a spot on the table for a moment before looking back up and across to Dakota. "What if I told you you have met someone who can talk to them? That's why I'm here. That's why I'm going to The Institute. Because the spirits talk to me."
He was either going to accept that, or not. There wasn't going to be an in between. Either Dakota would be cool with it, or he'd reject Ira because he was insane. Ira really hoped it wouldn't be that, but he knew that was most likely. That was what he'd faced any other time he'd told someone about the spirits.