He actually had to think about that question, but shook his head as he dropped down to the beanbag chair, just leaning back until he was at a comfortable angle that wouldn't end up with spilled coffee, "Nah, m'good."

Of course, he knew that cigarettes, coffee and open, blatant flirting with whoever was at the counter that day being his only vices hadn't changed anything, his powers were still the same, the ghosts were just as loud and for the most part incoherent, but he was ever-hopeful that he'd be able to repeat just what he'd done with Ben with any kind of predictability.

That and he was still hoping he'd actually, finally, get to see who he was hoping for, but aside from those few moments Dave's ghost remained elusive.