"Mm." Which, again, agreement. Isn't he just a scintillating conversationalist, Marty? He's lucky you're here to pick up the slack. He cants his head and listens to what suddenly sounds like plan-making, interested. Blinks at bites us in the asshole because that's a new one, he's not sure if it's a Marty one or a wherever Marty is from one. (He's assuming Marty.)

"Should. Carolyn didn't know." Which is. Pretty much how far his inquiries got - he would've gone to Nathan, or Simon, but they were gone by then. Who the hell else was he going to ask? If Tyke knew, she'd be telling him.

"Ask William, maybe. Or."

Or what? He doesn't know. He shrugs, not only shoulders but palms up too.