Nox could always read him too well. Plus, he paid too close attention to everything and could easily put puzzles together. Damn detective. "Yeah," he admitted, setting his bag down near the door and taking a seat in one of the all-too-familiar chairs across from Nox's desk. "Actually, I'm kind of avoiding meeting him right now. I'm just... not really ready for it." Drawing his knees to his chest, Fisher rested his chin on them. "Lyle says he's a medium, and he really wants to meet me. But I don't even know what I'm gonna say to him. You know, other than 'Don't use heroin to cope cuz eventually someone will drag your ass to rehab and then stick you in an old looney bin full of crazy ghosts.' That's not really helpful, since he's kinda already here."