Huh, that sounded familiar. He frowned a little, thinking back to all the sessions with Jack where the man tried to help him with his writing. It always seemed like he'd learned everything Jack was willing to teach him except for how to finish the damned stories, and that held true off the station as well. Shit.
"I'll t-t-try and ruh-ruh-rem-remember that," he said and drank some beer. "Whuh-what a-about you? T-t-tell me what y-you've b-b-been d-doing?"