Alas, he can't talk about the details of what's tangling him up. The contract vexes him and will continue to vex him until he can find a proper opening to free himself.

What to talk about instead... if he's anything like Charlie, he won't get off the scent trail until he tosses a herring.

"Hmm..."

He drums his fingers, contemplating what to actually open up on, a little sour he was so drunk it was hazy to think.

"...Yes, well. I suppose anyone gets nostalgic for things long gone. For people long gone. And, yes, for friendships soured thanks to circumstances changed."