"I did?" He asks, clearly confused. "What kind of weird messa--," Kevin trails off, realization washing over his expression. Danny had gotten a few strange messages, too, but Kevin thought the ordeal had ended there, after Danny had berated him and made him promise to go to church the next Sunday. A Catholic church. That detail was important.

"I'm sorry. For whatever I said. I-- It was rough night. I might have... maybe been under the influence of some illicit narcotics but it was absolutely a one time thing and-- Oh, gosh, I didn't send you a funeral arrangement, too, did I?" Trying to work a phone while sober still baffles him at times, but apparently he has no problems shopping for floral arrangements on when when he's out of it.

"Danny is alive and well," he assures her. "Or as well as he can be. I mean, he's still Danny, so..." Kevin shrugs. She's met him, so he doesn't think it's necessary to elaborate any further than that.