"That's Florida for you," John said dryly, picking up his glass again for another drink. It was kind of cute, that it was some kind of sparkling brand, like an attempt at romance when literally any other beverage might have done. But he was listening, considering the weight of it. Dan's ghosts weren't just the haunting sort, the kind that hung around to make him feel poorly for deeds done in the past. They were the kind that got ugly and out of control unless put in some box. Neither kind were great, of course, both equally damaging, but in different ways.
"It's a good trick," he decided after a moment, scooting his mostly empty plate a little further onto the table so he could take up the space instead. It was something he might have wished he could have learned at a younger age. Now though? "There're ways. Total banishment isn't impossible. Better Hell than your own space."