[He watches his son, contemplating handing the waitress extra money to bribe her to bring him at least two more shots but he'll leave it be for now. Besides, he's got a flask on him. Not that Haytham needs to know that. Still, he's almost curious as he watches how his son takes his coffee before sipping his own without so much of a wrinkle of his nose.]

They've got hot chocolate here in this modern world. But, it's not anything like what you were used to growing up.

[And he's said some things he honestly shouldn't even know. Sure he's read things but in a way he's lived bits a pieces, he remembers things without having lived them yet.]

You know, it's strange... this glitch world it does something with me head, I've got memories of things I haven't lived yet. They aren't perfect, like... trying to peer through thick fog, you get vague shapes and an occasional glance at something when you get close enough but you move mostly by your other senses. I can feel things, hear your mothers voice and I have no idea how I know it's her but I do. I know its you when you call to me in my dreams.

[He clears his throat.]

I can be serious when I need to be. I am Captain for good reason, not just because I got me own ship and all. Where's the fun in being serious all the time? I've lost too much and have survived a lot to get where I am and I'm going to enjoy this life while I still can.