Harrow knows exactly why Jesse's touching him after it's through, and doesn't say a word, though he does smile slightly. Good to know there's solidarity between dead bros across all realms.

"I play a little guitar, sing a little. Nothin' professional. I'd love to hear you play the piano! That's a rich-folks instrument where I come from, not somethin' y'hear too often. Mostly on my world it's lutes and flutes and trumpets and drums. Lame shit and loud shit."

He bro-nods at Jesse and asks, "What's Shakespeare? Is that one of the 800 Languages of New York?"