[For what it's worth, his expression turns briefly contemplative — maybe conflicted. He thinks about a girl stuck on a street bench, soul so fixated on a guy who barely gave her the time of day that it left her frozen, unable to go back and unwilling to go forward.

For all that he's been straddling the line between the human world and the spirit world, he still doesn't actually know what "moving on" entails. Who's he to say this is really all that out of the ordinary?]

... I dunno. They just got blinders on sometimes, y'know? [Paperwork and procedures, judgments and ordeals. Sometimes it's not malice, just inertia.] We gotta be careful, that's all I'm saying. Make sure we know what our options are.